Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

It seemed they were in agreement. Wildfire felt a sense of relief; it wasn't always that they saw eye-to-eye. She was glad that some ugly bird likely sent by their enemies would not be derailing her plans to grow their family this coming spring. She didn't mention any of that now, though, not so soon after Thuringwethil relayed an ominous verse about a mother (presumably herself) dying.

"It's so nice out," she observed, "we should go for a walk. Let's go find Artaax and talk to him about hunting seals." She rose, nipping at the Heda's ears to coax her to her feet. "Did I tell you I ran into Étoille at long last a few days ago?"