Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

Her ears pricked as Thuringwethil did her best to recollect the avian's words. Wildfire felt a rather volatile cocktail of emotions in response. On one hand, the whole idea of a bird delivering an omen was absurd to her, as was the content of the message itself. Cub of lord of stone? But she knew the commander took these things much more seriously. And it wasn't funny at all if it was sent by their enemies as some sort of psychological warfare.

For a long time, she didn't say anything. Finally, she withdrew to expose her face, catching her mate's eye. "I think the bird was acting on behalf of the Blackfeathers, trying to upset you," Wildfire concluded in a soft voice. She leaned forward again, her nose touching the Heda's cheek. "But what do you think?" she added. She hoped Thuringwethil would feel the same way, not only to absolve herself of worry but to avoid the possibility of some random bird dictating their lives in any way.