Cricket Creek Bog west coast blues

Before either one of them could say a word, a third wolf materialized. Wildfire quickly moved so the three of them formed a sort of rough triangle, then peered between the other two. The new arrival, a very pretty she-wolf, did not appear to know the (possibly) injured male. But she offered to aid him and he accepted. Wildfire observed this without deigning to interrupt.

"Let me know if I can do anything to help," she said during a beat of silence, the words meant for either one of them. "I'm Wildfire, by the way," she thought to introduce, "Wildfire Redhawk."