Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

Huh, Wildfire thought when he named Porcupine Ridge. She had never heard of it, which made sense, since he said it was new. But even as a scout, she never hoped to keep a running tally on the packs around here. They came and went so randomly that it would be an impossible task to keep track of them all. With that said, she always liked learning about a pack other than her own and would definitely like to hear more, if Anwyl was willing to share.

But before she delved into the subject of Porcupine Ridge, she couldn't help but inquire, "Where's home?" When he made the leap, she quickly scrambled after him, momentarily forgetting her innate clumsiness. The rock was damp and slippery and she nearly slipped right off the edge. Fortunately, she caught herself just in time, then made the jump carefully, her smudged snout bumping into her companion's hip when she landed.

"I'm from Redhawk Caldera originally," she shared, hoping it might make Anwyl more open to sharing his own story. Not that he needed to be coaxed; he seemed quite conversational so far.