Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

Not entirely sure why is surprises her, Thuringwethil smiles. It would be a good chance to sleep, uninterrupted, but the encouragement of the kids and her mate prevents her from retreating it. Wildfire will regain her time with them soon enough, she supposes, but it is enough to keep her from turning and retreating back the way she came. Instead, she leans in and touches Wildfire behind the ear and breathes in her scent, moving to follow along wherever they choose to go.