Dragoncrest Cliffs If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

lunch phone post~

It is the smell of fresh blood that causes her to stir, nostrils flaring repeatedly before she moves. Saliva begins to pool in her mouth. One ear swivels on her head, listening to the distant sounds of footfalls as they get closer. Her mind is still lost in a light slumber, trying to ignore the world for a little while longer, but a few hours of sleep isn’t going to cure the exhaustion that has settled in her bones over the last few months.

As she hears her name, however, she grunts and shifts, taking a few seconds to stir awake her head and realize who is here. She doesn’t even remember talking to Wildfire a few hours ago, tucking the faint memory into a dream instead.

Instantly, her eyes find the rabbit and drool slips from behind her teeth and she quickly licks her lips. ”Hey,” she says, her voice quiet. Thuringwethil attempts to move but everything hurts when she pulls. Instead, she stifles a pained expression and sits up and appears more zombie than wolf. Maybe another 72 hours of sleep will help.