Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

Thuringwethil groans a little as her mate urges her up, suggesting they find their eldest child for a hunt. She grunts her displeasure at moving but she rolls a little and pops up. In one fell swoop she leans forward and gives her a little nudge with her nose and turning her shoulder into it to nudge her in the direction she usually finds Artaax. “You did not,” she says with a quirk of her brow and a hint of a smile. “He is a good man,” she says though she is curious what she and the brute spoke about, certain Wildfire wouldn’t find anything wrong him after all he went through for them.