Dragoncrest Cliffs In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple

This wasn't supposed to be how she arrived home at long last: completely alone, consumed with guilt, out of breath and so paranoid she glanced over her shoulder every two seconds. But the moment Wildfire set foot on her homeland, she felt overcome. She kept running for another quarter of a mile, just to be safe, then stopped to catch her breath. As soon as she could spare the breath for it, she tipped her head skyward and howled for @Portia and—after only a split second hesitation to consider her current condition—@Bobby as well.

Wildfire then collapsed in a weary heap, though she caught herself smiling despite the wrongness of these circumstances. She was finally home. Soon, her loved ones would join her here. She felt a thread of fear pierce her, yet she wrestled it into submission. Thuringwethil and the kids would return home, safe and sound, in due time. Hopefully none of them would be too put out with her; she had hastily explained the situation to @Blixen and @Raven before absconding from their group.

This wasn't the first time her heat had come at the worst possible moment, though Wildfire felt much less vulnerable now that she was safely within Drageda. Her pack mates would protect her while they awaited their commander's and fighters' return. And hopefully it would come 'round again at a better time, though with everything else going on lately, Wildfire had scarcely spared a thought toward bringing more pups into the world. After all, there was so much catching up to do with the ones who were already here.