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She gave him a moment to turn and acknowledge her before she plucked the prey off the ground again and moved closer, stopping about five feet from the towering Steltrona. Wildfire gently dropped the squirrel again, then nosed it toward him. She then straightened and squared her shoulders slightly, assessing him with a gentle look on her face. Although it wasn't her fault, Wildfire couldn't help but feel partially responsible for the great welts that disfigured Étoille presently.

"I wanted to introduce myself," she said. "I'm Wildfire, Feisripa, Heda's mate and mother of Artaax, Blixen and Bobby." Antler and Phoenix as well, she always added mentally, though she rarely mentioned them out loud to avoid unnecessary confusion or heartache. "Heda told me the lengths you went to in order to give Drageda the upper hand in the war. I just wanted to say... mochof."

There was more she wanted to say, though Wildfire paused because she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to touch on this particular subject. But if anyone could truly empathize, it would probably be Étoille. "How long were you living there, among them?"