Big Salmon Lake You talkin' to me

As a wolf, Wildfire knew the importance of scent. However, she had never really thought of the subtle nuances FitzDutiful mentioned now. Her head cocked when he explained why he would not waste effort trying to recruit the pup or her aunt. Despite their discreetness, he appeared to know exactly where they came from. Perhaps Kerosene had also known, long before she'd told him herself. That was good to know. Was there any way of hiding that, she wondered? Wildfire couldn't imagine how.

"I guess I never paid attention," she confessed. Wildfire paused for a very long moment, then asked, "Can I...?" She crept nearer to him, stretching out her neck, nose wiggling in his direction. It was preferable to put her nose right up against him to get the full experience of his scent, yet she was reluctant to get that close. Anyway, she could pick up most of the details of his personal fragrance from here. It was kind of like reading a book in a language she only partially understood.

"I get it, kinda," she said, withdrawing again. "You know about Redhawk Caldera?" It still blew her mind a bit to know he could tell they hailed from there on scent alone. But he spoke with a certain familiarity, so Wildfire wondered if he knew her parents or anything else about her pack and home. Maybe she could even pass a message for him!