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When she came within a few feet of her sister, a strange odor hit Wildfire's nose, causing her to scrunch it. "You smell... funky," she said lightly, then laughed quietly when Raven bumped her chin. She swiped her sister's muzzle with her tongue, picking up some traces of berries and greenery that lingered in her mouth. She opened and closed it a few times, her amber eyes moving from Raven's face to her untidy black fur smeared with various stains. She chuckled again.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing a red toe at the plants her sister had just dropped. She leaned over to sniff them, nose wrinkling all over again. Straightening up, she found her sister's gaze again. She wondered if this meant Raven was well on her way toward a Naturalist apprenticeship. Or, by the looks of it, she might be leaning more toward a Healer's path. Wildfire felt a sudden pang when she remembered how Tiger had brought her yucky plants to help her feel better.