Lake Rodney Rushing waves stand so tall

Wildfire's brow furrowed. She didn't know what the word oversight meant, though she gathered the information she needed from the rest of Andalusia's words via contextual clues. Anyway, her body language spoke louder than anything. She expressed clear submission, which put the youngster at ease... as much as she could be around a perfect stranger this close to the caldera.

When Andalusia mentioned the north, the child's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Testing her knowledge again, she peered in the direction she supposed to be north, then redirected her amber eyes back to Andalusia. She associated that direction with danger; her parents mentioned it often. So when the she-wolf requested information from Wildfire regarding risky packs, she blurted, "The north is dangerous." Of course, everything she knew about it was very subjective, though Wildfire didn't think of that.

With that said, Wildfire imparted a nugget of knowledge pulled from her Warrior training as well as exposure to the teachings of Wardens. "You should avoid all packs," she said sagely. "Wolf packs are..." She paused, searching for the word. "Rivals." On that note, she inquired, "What pack are you from?"