Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The instant Thuringwethil called for the rest of Drageda to gather, Wildfire fell back a little, deferring to both the Heda and the Wocha. She sat on her haunches and curled her black tail around her slim hips, angling her face outward to watch as the members of the pack arrived. She knew all of the faces at least in passing, though there was a handful of wolves she still had to acquaint with properly. Her glistening amber eyes rested the longest on Goliath, though her attention was recaptured by her lover when the commander began to speak.

At Freyja's honorable mention, a warm smile spread across Wildfire's face. "Spechou," she echoed Thuringwethil, her voice fond. She was so proud of Freyja and happy that she had been able to play a part in her training. She was already a very promising Feisripa and Wildfire couldn't wait to watch her grow and improve, finding her niche and perhaps even mastering her craft.