Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

It was perhaps because of her discussion with Portia that Wildfire knew better than to take her mate's answer poorly. Actually, her lips twitched a little when Thuringwethil seemingly assumed more of a paternal role. She could easily see the Heda standing guard just outside and, after a moment of thought, she decided she was okay with that. As long as she stayed close enough to come when she called, that was enough for the Bandrona. (She marveled once more at her own self-awareness and calm.)

"All right," she said softly, a small smile on her lips. They had discussed much today about their coming brood and Wildfire sensed that the commander probably had other things to do, though there was one last thing Wildfire wanted to ask. "Is it okay if I give birth in the tree?" She had grown rather fond of the small space tucked into a private corner of the forest. She could see herself standing her ground on this if Thuringwethil disagreed—it was important that she feel she was in a safe space to birth and raise the cubs—but she gave the dark she-wolf a hopeful glance, anticipating acceptance of her wishes.