Dragoncrest Cliffs no room for you on the right side

Thuringwethil nods when Blixen admits she’ll go and get her if she has to and she knows she’ll hold true to her word. They will face it when they reach the other side of winter.

She wants to ball Blixen up and restore her innocence to before Wildfire disappeared for far too long. Her mate won’t get that experience and she worries she’ll struggle to catch up, taking care of three full grown adults. It’s hard enough for her to take care of, more or less, three full grown adults. Blixen had been promoted to Dragedakru shortly after the first scouting trick and it hadn’t been that long before she left again. It has been a while since they’ve trained and while it is not, for the long haul, for naught, but she hears the echo of Wildfire’s need for promise. “She did,” she says, thought she licks her lips. It is not her story to tell. Not the raw details her mate hadn’t even wanted to share with her. “We know who did this to her and they are dangerous. The Redhawks want to get rid of them and so that is what we are going to do.”

Heda sucks in a breath slowly, knowing the next set of words that are going to come out of her mouth and she debates whether to burst the bubble now or later. As stubborn as her daughter is, she knows she won’t likely heed Wildfire’s wishes, no matter how much she wants them to stay out of that. Seeing her wife run away from her, knowing she’d put their children in danger, had twisted the knife a little more. Finley’s need to protect their children, regardless of their age, put things into perspective for her and she knows what she has to do and for the time being, waits for Blixen’s response.

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