Lake Rodney Rushing waves stand so tall

She hadn't expected Andalusia to profess herself a loner. Wildfire blinked at this information, turning it over in her head. Did this mean she wasn't a rival? Wait, did this mean she was looking for a place to live? She thumbed through the pages of her mind, reflecting on her recent encounter with FitzDutiful specifically. They had discussed recruiting. She knew this was a big part of becoming an Outrider. Although her heart thudded in her chest at the idea of trying to make a sales pitch, Wildfire felt her parents might reward her the apprenticeship outright if she successfully recruited someone into the pack... or, well, brought one to them to recruit.

Uncertain where to start, exactly, the youngster mentally scrambled for a moment before the pressure of her own silence caused her to blurt, "Would you like to join Redhawk Caldera?" After the words left her mouth, Wildfire nibbled at her lower lip. Would she even be the right fit for the pack? Was the pack the right fit for her? She barely knew anything about Andalusia and, of course, Andalusia scarcely knew the first thing about the caldera. Feeling like she had jumped the gun, Wildfire sighed at herself, amber eyes dropping pensively to her paws for a few seconds before slowly lifting again.