Redhawk Caldera i need you so much closer.

The tension in the air causes Thuringwethil to stagger in a deep breath, letting Wildfire pull away from her a few seconds after Blixen’s attention focuses on her duty. She looks at the other wolves going with them, and so few of her own, that it makes the next turn of events a little hard to do. She says her final words to her mate, gently pressing her nose against hers, and pulls away. She watches a few seconds before she turns to Artaax, shifting her weight a little as Wildfire walks out of range.

“Artaax,” she calls to him, drawing his attention away from them. “I have a different job for you.”