Dragoncrest Cliffs Waving through a window

"Did that—" Wildfire said aloud to no one, voice slurred by sleep, "did that just happen?" She looked down at herself, soiled in her own urine, and sighed. How was she going to clean up when she could hardly bend in half? She made an attempt but found herself coming up short. She blinked, then slowly turned to look outside at the rain—

—pow! It wasn't so much painful as startling when someone leaped into the log with her. Wildfire let out a noise somewhere between a screech and a snarl, her fangs snapping in the unwelcome intruder's direction purely out of instinct. Horror swept through her when she realized it was Blixen. Wait, no, that wasn't right. She looked like her daughter (and Wildfire herself) but she was only familiar in the vaguest sense.

"Like," the Feisripa said loudly, voice still a little bleary from her disrupted nap, "get out." She attempted to shove at the younger wolf, not only because she was a little indignant but also because she was covered in her own filth and she needed to step out and douse herself.