Dragoncrest Cliffs Wild things

Wildfire entertains the idea of how they’d care for them, though Thuringwethil doesn’t fully understand what she’s being told. She laughs, and Thuringwethil’s smile widens, and she’s distracted enough from the confusion not to bother clarifying. When her mate stops abruptly, her own smile turns into a frown and she noses her softly to encourage her that it’ll be okay. “Come on, you should rest,” she says, this time with a little more forceful nudge toward the tree trunk. Even she moves a few feet past her sitting mate to stop somewhere nearby, accepting she can’t change her mind about it and there is no need to cause any unnecessary worry.