Redhawk Caldera Rosebud

Hot Hawk? she thought, baffled but somehow flattered by the nickname. "I guess, yeah," she replied timidly, smiling and peeking up through her eyelashes. Her parents weren't perfect (something that became clearer as she aged) but they were pretty rad. She supposed she was pretty lucky to have been born to them.

"Pines?" she echoed him, confusion persisting. "You don't stink!" she was quick to say, a little horrified that her behavior had made him think that. "But I'm actually allergic to pine. Well, pine cones." It was a random tidbit about her, though to be fair, this entire conversation was proving entirely random.

"My name's Wildfire," she said in the next breath, finally looking up at him for a second or two before averting her gaze again. "You can call me Wifi, though. You just came back, didn't you? Why did you leave?" the pup asked, trying to make conversation.

And she needed to inject some normalcy into this situation. She didn't mind his weird manner of speaking, per se, it was just making her more nervous than usual, especially because she found him so fetching. Wildfire was already an introvert by nature and Ashton was like the perfect storm to play all the notes of her anxiety. All the same, she definitely wanted to continue talking to him and get to know him better.