Dragoncrest Cliffs don't be that way

Dalia reminded Wildfire of Portia so much in that moment. Like the Fisa, the yearling was very sweetly tempered and totally unflappable. She rejoined by bouncing the question back at Wildfire. She wanted to insist that she was fine too, though she took a moment to really consider the question first.

"I'm good," she replied, "really good, actually... I've been through a lot but everything seems to have worked out in the end. I have these guys and all of us are happy and healthy." Her heart did pang when she thought of the poor twins, though she let that thought crumble and flutter away on the wind.

"Are you a hunter?" the Feisripa asked conversationally, pointing a little red toe at the ears. She had mistaken them for rabbit's ears, though now that she looked at them, Wildfire realized, "Are those deer ears?"