Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

"Yeah!" Wildfire agreed perhaps a little too enthusiastically, catching herself and laughing as she lowered her voice. "I was only a pup then. And, yes, I left the caldera when I was about nine months old. I lived with one other pack before coming here." Her cheeks ached as her grin stretched in response to the compliment. She laughed again. "Yeah, I'm a little better at hunting the small stuff."

She glanced at the porcupine. It was crawling slowly across the ground, leaving a smear of blood. Wildfire knew it wouldn't get far and refocused her attention on Roz, asking, "What have you been up to? And how'd you end up here?" There was an understated note of delight in her voice. She had no idea about Rosalyn's fling with her mother but it was somehow pleasing for someone from her past to pop up as her very own pack mate.