Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

Wildfire offers a compromise on the situation and Thuringwethil nods. Their line of communication remains open and neither of them get upset with one another like the last time and it’s enough to take the weight of her shoulders. Perhaps their problem is a thing of the past now that they can only go forward. Once the children come, there isn’t any chance of rewinding any of their conflict to wade through. It’ll be okay, she decides.

The next question leaves her short of an answer and her jaw tightens in consideration. She’d put much thought into it either and suspected she’d do the same thing she did when Gyda had gone into labor: stand guard. The den had been small and cramped for the mother of four and trying to fit herself inside wouldn’t have ended well for either of them. “I may not be in the birthing den with you but I will be there,” she finally says with a smile, hoping it’s enough to satisfy. At least temporarily.