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When she sees Finley in the distance, she tenses. As much as she wants to be at ease, she knows she won’t any time soon. They are guests and even if they didn’t have any formal boundaries, they’ve managed to stay to one spot with minimal exceptions. As the woman approaches, she remains stiff but keeps her features softened and submissive—something that doesn’t quite look right on her—and frowns when spoken to.

”She’s alive,” she says quietly with a flick of her ear. It is all overwhelming from the beginning and she still hasn’t felt the anxiety level out. They can’t stay much longer, regardless of Wildfire’s status. ”We are very thankful for your hospitality, I know it is a burden. We are at your disposal these few days, whatever you need,” she offers. If they need hunters or guardians while they are here, Drageda will be on call, but they continue on until the time is needed. ”Though I’m not sure what to do if she does not wake up. We cannot stay here long,” she explains though it is the obvious statement. ”It is a long trek back without having to carry an unconscious wolf,” she says, musing thoughts out in the open more than anticipated. They can’t leave Wildfire behind—could they? They are her family—and returning without her cooperation only puts them in a bind.