Dragoncrest Cliffs Somewhere over the rainbow

Although clearly sleepy, Thuringwethil agreed readily enough and soon the two of them were strolling into the early summer night. For a while, Wildfire didn't say anything. Every now and again, she bumped companionably against the commander or reached out to brush the Heda's shoulder with her dark muzzle. Rearing children—four of them, to boot—hadn't given them much time to be be alone together, so the Feisripa savored these precious moments.

After a while, she decided to break the mutually companionable silence. "Do you ever worry about Bat?" she wondered, apropos of nothing. "She seems healthy enough but she's so..." Wildfire swooped a paw lazily through the dark air. "Not that I'm complaining. She's so easy. But..." Her chestnut eyes rested on her mate's face.