Dragoncrest Cliffs I was lightning before the thunder

The tension eased from Wildfire's muscles when her mate appeared. The Bandrona smiled (admittedly, a little tightly) at the commander, her attention flicking to Anatha as the girl offered to go. Although she would honestly prefer it, both her wife and children seemed open to socializing with the youthful stranger. Reluctantly, the mother admitted she should allow it. With a few nervous licks to her chops, she moved out of the pups' way to afford them a better view of Anatha.

"You don't have to go," Wildfire said, clearing her throat and calling on her diplomatic instincts. "Artaax, Blixen, Robin, this is Anatha. Can you say hello?" As she spoke, she glanced at Thuringwethil to gauge her reaction to the situation.