Dragoncrest Cliffs Our hearts beat as one, butterfly

There is no emotion in her mate’s words and Thuringwethil struggles to keep her expression light. Even if her words, her logic, is enough to assure her, she can’t help the nagging feeling tucked away out of reach. She can’t do anything about it now and she forces herself to believe that Wildfire will snap out of it soon enough and they can continue on with the family the mother has wanted for so long. Her stomach knots and she sucks down a breath, slowly nodding her head anyway.

They are perfect.