Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

It wasn't long before she started sawing logs, a recent development that could only be blamed on the pressure all the pups were putting on her lungs (or something). Her mouth fell ajar, her tongue lolling out like a wet sponge, drool pooling gradually beneath her cheek. She didn't exactly look like the portrait of a glowing pregnancy then... and especially not when Tirgatao approached, sneezed and startled an explosive fart out of Wildfire.

She blinked rapidly, cheeks warming when she realized what—or, rather, who—had woken her and that the other she-wolf must have heard that extremely noisy flatulence. Wildfire cleared her throat, then gave a dry, sheepish chuckle before zeroing in on the grouse. Mindless to Tirgatao and her itchy sinuses, the Bandrona swept out a paw, pinning the dead fowl with it and dragging it possessively toward herself. She did give the woman a this is for me, right? look before digging in like a starving bush pig.