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When Raven slid up alongside her and asked if she was all right, Wildfire shook her head, then caught herself and nodded. "I'm fine. Just clumsy. Like usual." She shot her sister a goofy grin, then pricked her ears as the tribe of wolves reached the slope's foot and collectively paused. All eyes and ears jumped to Peregrine, including Wildfire's.

Of course, he didn't tell them anything she didn't already know. Her black tail waved in slow, sweeping arcs behind her as she nonetheless listened. Soon, the adults were moving away, with a recently appeared Magpie staying behind to monitor the three youths. Wildfire had a flashback to the day Tiger had commentated her mother's and Sebastian's attack on that stupid trespasser. Would Magpie provide a play-by-play? Why was she okay with sitting on the sidelines with them rather than hunting with the group? Wildfire wondered these things even as she sidled up to the yearling and nibbled at her chin.

But before she could ask, Magpie said, "This way," and began trotting parallel to the hunting group while staying in the background. Wildfire did her best to keep up with her young aunt, all while trying to avoid getting her legs tangled in knots. She exchanged intermittent glances with Nightjar and Raven, who both appeared equally riveted. It actually looked as if her brother might take off at any minute to join the hunting adults. Wildfire followed his pale gray gaze to the pack and the herd milling beyond them.