Dragoncrest Cliffs Wild things

Thuringwethil often toys with the anxieties and doubts with the location of the den but she can never decide if it is proactive or damaging to tell the expectant mother. Her only motive is to keep all of them safe and if she can seclude them from the rest of the world, she can make sure they are guarded properly. It pans out in her mind as Wildfire staggers out of the tree and closes the distance between them, only hesitating once that causes her brows to come together, but eventually she settles a moment later nearby and she leans into the affection.

“Okay,” she answers after a moment. She may have considered sitting too if it wouldn’t put too much pressure on her, so she remains standing. “How are you feeling?” she says, her nose indicative of the rather swollen midsection. Even if she wants a family with Wildfire, Thuringwethil knows now she could never put herself through that torture.