Dragoncrest Cliffs Widowmaker

The commander neither blocked her nor facilitated her access to the pup. Wildfire bumped into her as she nosed over Artaax, pressing her tongue to his face and cleaning up the last remaining blush of blood. When she drew back, he was stained faintly pink, which might have been amusing under other circumstances. As it was, the Bandrona could only frown down at him.

"I was trying to save him," she said quietly, chestnut eyes lifting to meet her mate's. "How about I watch him—all of them—while you go get Portia? I want to see if he'll nurse." Some maternal instinct told her that suckling would help soothe away any remaining shock in poor Artaax's system.