Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

I've gone the route of a tasteful fade~ :D

For several moments longer, Wildfire frolicked blithely on the beach. It all came to a rather jarring halt when she slipped on a patch of ice again and went skidding sideways, all four legs tangling hopelessly so that she collapsed in a heap. It all happened so fast that it left her sprawled there, mildly stupefied, blinking her eyes owlishly. She then began slowly unfolding her legs and pushing back to her feet. Despite the abrupt tumble, Wildfire appeared to have sustained nothing worse than a few aches that would likely bloom into bruises in the coming days. One of her elbows appeared to be scratched and bleeding too, though the cold air stopped it from stinging too badly.

Glancing up at her cohorts, the Bandrona grinned sheepishly and assured them, "I meant to do that." She then trotted carefully back toward Thuringwethil and Dio, her black tail snapping to and fro to both indicate her good spirits and help her maintain her balance. A great big breath huffed out of her chest as she sidled up beside the commander, followed by a series of inarticulate but happy noises. Whether it was simply her hormones activating or the pleasure of finally closing in on her lifelong dream, Wildfire couldn't really say. But she was giddy with it.

"Should we go to the caves?" she breathlessly questioned Thuringwethil. The Heda would help tend her wounds (possibly with Portia's assistance?). Although Wildfire could barely stomach the thought of food in her current state of excitement, she knew it would be good to have a meal prior to the exhaustive activities to come later tonight. Her belly dipped and swooped at the thought and she glanced over at Dio, chestnut eyes smoldering a little bit, before directing her attention to the commander. "I'm ready," she declared simply and softly.

Hips swaying and tail spinning—which incidentally caused her delectable scent to spread everywhere—the Bandrona began to prance in the direction of the nearest entrance. When the big moment came, she would be freshly groomed and well-fed. Thuringwethil would stay close by. The coupling would be awkward but sweet, though whatever emotions Wildfire experienced would be directed at her wife rather than her physical partner. And it was into the Heda's arms she would be gleefully swept afterward.