Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

Although it was still bitingly cold, the sun felt wonderful on Wildfire's pelt. She sprawled on the forest floor in front of the hollow redwood, basking in it with her head upright and her eyes closed. After a time, her neck and shoulders grew stiff, so she flopped onto her side. When eventually she grew weary of that position too, she rolled onto her back, legs splayed as the winter sunlight tickled her belly.

She drowsed like this, though a chestnut eye immediately cracked open when she heard familiar footfalls. Wildfire didn't bother rolling over, though she did stretch out a foreleg comically and yawn a little bit even as her mate's shadow fell across her upside-down form.