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

Thuringwethil watches as Wildfire moves the rabbit closer but she doesn’t go after it right away. Instead, she listens quietly to her mate as she speaks. She leans into the tom muzzle, closing her eyes and feeling as if she’d fall asleep if she kept them shut for much longer. ”I’m okay,” she says, opening her eyes and clearing her throat. She anticipated having much more to say now that they were home but there’s an eerie silence lingering in the back of her mind.

After a few silence, Thuringwethil shuffled awkwardly back to the ground. She’s closer to her mate, gently touching her nose to her neck and breathing in her scent. It has been so long since it has been in Drageda. ”You’re never leaving again,” she says quietly, jokingly. Maybe. With a hint of a smile as she pulls back, she breaks into the rabbit without a lot of reserve and devours it within seconds.