Redhawk Caldera Shaken, not stirred

When someone called out to her, Wildfire lifted her head from where she was sniffing along the ground and quickly located the white figure a few dozen yards away. The pup's tail waved tentatively. She remembered looking for this very wolf a few days ago, though that hadn't gone according to plan. Surprisingly, much had changed since then. She was a real Warrior apprentice now. But her resolve to face her fears, particularly by socializing with less familiar wolves, had not changed. With that in mind, she turned to fully face Pantaleimon, then began to stride toward him on her ungainly, growing legs.

"Hi," she said, rolling to a step perhaps two yards from him. Wildfire bowed her head, her tail already limp behind her. She knew his name and he probably knew hers but just to be safe (and get formal introductions out of the way), she said, "You're Pantymoan, right? I'm Wildfire." Her parents sometimes referred to him as Pan, she knew, and they of course called her Wifi. But nicknames could wait for now.