Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

With a gift of grouse clutched tight between her jaws, Tirgatao made her way to the site of Portia's whelping den with the intention of finally apologizing, once and for all, for her behavior earlier in the season. She hadn't felt a good moment come about until now with the pups, the snow, and the drama surrounding Heda's fall—Drageda was a bit of a mess, and she didn't want to add to the expecting mother's stress with her own attempts at making amends. Tirgatao, admittedly, wasn't even sure if their feud was something the Fisa considered consequential, but she also hadn't seen much of her since the blizzard ended.

She brought along the fowl as additional means of professing her apologies and extending an olive branch. But as she neared the site, she noted Portia was no where to be found and neither was her mate, Dio. Tirgatao crept forward to sniff at the den, but found no recent traces of the woman. What she did discover was a trail leading away belonging to none other than the Bandrona, their other expecting mother, Heda's mate and Drageda's Ambassador, Wildfire. She perked her ears and her eyes followed the sweep of her nose to the nearby mountain of russet fur and bulging sides. 

A smile whisked across her lips behind the bundle of feathers and she strode over with her tail dangling between her hocks, and her ears splayed submissively. Unfortunately, Wildfire was sleeping. Tirgatao sighed and stooped to place the grouse near the slumbering she-wolf when an errant feather shot up one of her nostrils, causing her to sneeze violently. She snorted, stumbling backwards and swiping at her nose with her ankles caught up in a sneezing fit as her sinuses tried to clear the invasive object.