Sleeping Dragon Long Island

Life had definitely taken a more positive turn lately and it was a nice change of pace. When she wasn't busy hunting (and sometimes even when she was), she daydreamed a lot, these waking fantasies prominently featuring Thuringwethil, of course, as well as puppies. Meeting Gyda's offspring had definitely awoken the yearling's maternal instincts. She had always wanted a family and couldn't help but hope that, somehow, someday, that was still in the cards for her.

This morning, she took a leisurely stroll around Sleeping Dragon, a thought tickling in the back of her mind. The famine had brought her scouting ventures to a screeching halt not long after her abortive attempt to visit the caldera. There were plenty of reasons to stick close to home still, yet meeting the Dróttning's young served to remind her that she had yet to meet her own little brothers. And she had no idea how the Redhawks had fared during the famine. She bit her lip wonderingly.

Much as she hated the idea of being away from the Heda (and those cursedly endearing puppies), Wildfire decided she would ask Thuringwethil if she could take another trip to the south, perhaps once Gavriel returned from... wherever. As a matter of fact, she altered her course slightly to head toward the commander's den to float the idea past her.

She's headed toward Thur but I'd love for somebody (anybody) to waylay her! Maybe one of the newer folks? :)