Redhawk Caldera There's no place like home

The name of her mother's former pack struck Wildfire as familiar. More likely than not, the Chronicler had shared it before. Before the pup could think back too far, Njal posed a question, which she would answer readily. First, though, she stood again. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips, then padded a few feet closer to the gray wolf. It would be easier to carry on a conversation this way.

"Uncle Elwood and Aunt Finley are the Betas. They're gonna have babies soon!" she shared, excitement in her voice even if it was muted. "My dad made my mom leave the creek?" That also sounded vaguely familiar, yet Wildfire couldn't recall any details. Her amber eyes were brimming with curiosity as she subconsciously leaned closer to Njal.