Dragoncrest Cliffs In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry

She wasn't alone for long, though Wildfire didn't mind in the least when the Wocha materialized beside her. She woofed under her breath, bumping her smudged snout beneath his pale chin, and continued striding along the cold sands in silence for a few moments. Dio was one of those wolves she knew so well and for so long that she was entirely comfortable in his presence without any pressing urge to make small talk.

Eventually, however, Wildfire gave voice to a thought that had begun spinning in her mind the moment he had begun trotting alongside her. "I've been living in the present as much as possible, catching up with Heda and the kids," she shared, "but I can't stop thinking about the future. Do you think you and Portia will have another litter this spring?" It was very forward and perhaps nosy but, again, Wildfire felt entirely at ease broaching such a subject with the pack's head warrior.