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She fell fast asleep, though some unknown amount of time later, a quiet noise caused her eyelids to flutter, then slowly peel open. Wildfire blinked a few times before her mate's face registered. She lifted her head and peered up at the commander, brow knitting in concern—should Thuringwethil have walked this far with her injuries?—but her mouth curving into a soft, sleepy smile.

With a very unladylike grunt, the Bandrona pushed herself to her feet and padded out to meet the commander. She stopped and winced, however, when one of the pups aimed a kick right at what felt like a rib. It knocked the wind out of her momentarily and Wildfire took in little sips of air, shooting Thuringwethil a wide-eyed look. She made a fairly swift recovery, then planted her hindquarters on the ground mostly because she was legitimately too weary to remain standing.

Leaning forward, she gently licked the Heda's chin, then her cheek. As if reading her mate's mind, Wildfire then glanced behind herself at the tree before looking back at the commander's face. I know, her expression seemed to say, frowning a little apologetically. But she didn't acknowledge it aloud, instead saying, "How're you feeling?"