Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

A weight was lifted from her shoulders as Wildfire's response dissolved any of the anxieties and doubts she harbored about the incident. She hadn't been digging for reprieve, but it was a welcome comfort to know that she was still well within the Bandrona's good graces. The friendship she was cultivating with the currently rotund woman was something she cherished and she wasn't about to give it up so easily. Her untrapped ear began to retreat back into the warmth of her ruff—a more casual set reflective of her now current mood, and she smiled. 

Tirgatao lifted a paw and swiped it a few times down her muzzle to relieve an sudden tickle (likely left over from her sneezing fit) and sniffed. "Well, if they do start to irritate you, I'm always willing to keep an eye on them for a few hours to give you both a break." The kindhearted Shouna remarked with a friendly thump of her tail. She wasn't an official babysitter, or anything, but she'd been unfortunate enough in the past to be suddenly burdened with watching a hoard of children. Her stories were usually enough to keep their attention long enough for the parents to return, but Tirgatao wasn't afraid of putting them in their place if they got out of hand, either.