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Wildfire wasn't familiar with that term: opponents. Before she could ask, Fox continued, comparing the trade to hunting. The child's lips pressed together as she listened and absorbed the information. She liked the idea of helping to protect her family, never mind that she didn't have the natural build nor other proclivities of a would-be Warrior. She didn't feel any doubt, at least until her mother mentioned bravery and fighting. Wildfire's tongue swirled around in her mouth, pressing thoughtfully into her cheek.

"Can you be a brave fighter even if you're little?" was her first question. Fox had mentioned that she was a Warrior herself and Finley was one as well. Yet even though they were rather sprightly females, to Wildfire they were still big. They were adults. She was just a puppy and the smallest one, to boot. Nightjar and Raven were quickly becoming gigantic, like their dad, leaving Wildfire in their dust. She was easily the smallest member of the pack. Was she even capable of pursuing this calling?