Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Blood and mucous touch her nose and her ears slick back, curious, but Wildfire responds without much distress that she eases up a little. When she notices the change when Wildfire speaks of their children, she takes several steps back (not without missing the gentle chance for a kiss) and settles on the ground.

“Healthy?” she asks, nervous, though she has not said anything yet or sadness in her tone, she can only assume that, as far as they can tell, they have two healthy daughters. In an attempt to make herself comfortable, she winces from a pull of a sore spot but brushes it off once she’s still. Curious still if there are more to come, she tries to wait with patience, but it bubbles in her chest all at once with a tightness she’s all too familiar with.