Dragoncrest Cliffs mr. krabs is one thicc bih

It was wonderful to be back with her family in their beloved home on the sea cliffs. But Wildfire would be lying if she said she didn't feel slightly discombobulated at times. She felt like an outsider somewhat, especially considering she couldn't enter Hougeda, where the pack tended to congregate. She knew she just needed to give it some time, though she doubted she would ever be able to go underground again. She had spent months imprisoned beneath the earth and even just skirting around the caves made her feel anxious and claustrophobic.

Today, she wandered the beach for a while before the driving wind pushed her inland to scout through the woods in search of prey. Up ahead, she spotted a pale figure with darker points and recognized one of the pack's young Dragedakru. If she wasn't mistaken, Blixen spent a lot of time with this other Gona, though Wildfire had yet to tap too deeply into the wellspring of her children's social lives. There was still quite a lot of catching up to do.

She watched as the youth sifted through the very cache Wildfire had recently padded, then began to meander away with a frozen rabbit in her mouth. "Hey there," the Feisripa called out before she could disappear into the woods, trotting forward to introduce herself. "I'm Wildfire. You're a friend of Blixen's, aren't you?"