Dragoncrest Cliffs Wild things

While she knows she needs to rest and keep from exerting herself, she knows she can’t stand in one place for too long. She does her best to rest and keep from pushing herself over the edge when it comes to how quickly it will allow them to heal. Instead, the day before, she’d been a little too rough with her evening and the morning left her in a struggle. It only keeps her down for a little while but she doesn’t go out of her way to do something stupid and further exert herself.

Of course, until she notices Wildfire slip away.

She begins a steady pace to follow after her but she isn’t able to keep up with her in sight. The scent she leaves behind is all she’s able to follow so that she doesn’t increase her heart beat and, subsequently, her breathing, nor does she want to cause any sudden motions for a startling pain. With minor success, she locates the tree she’s chosen as a den and her lips purse together, unhappy with the decision. She can’t make the woman move without damaging something between them. Using her power as commander to do her work between her and her mate is off limits, she’s come to learn, but she still doesn’t have to be happy about it.

Thuringwethil chuffs softly as she approaches but keeps her distance anyway.