Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

When she comes upon her, sprawled out on the ground, Thuringwethil smiles a little. She isn’t regarded much beyond an outstretched paw and the slight crack of her eyes. Her nose drops and she nips at the ends of her toes until they’re pulled away as a horse might. Some days still for surreal when it comes to Wildfire being home, forcing to seek her out and make sure she’s there, but as they days move on it is easier to accept. After a moment, she then slinks to the ground, shuffling up close to the fiery woman’s side. “I’ve been craving seal lately,” she says for no real reason at all. It isn’t a common source for them as most of them stayed further south along the coast but the cold weather hadn’t been enough to gift them with one again, like the previous year.