The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

Before the younger female could answer her, a third wolf prowled into view. Wildfire's mouth closed, her jaw tensing as she eyed the white male with gray freckles. His eyes were the color of ice, not that Wildfire had ever seen such a thing. She just knew somehow. He trotted closer, causing the pale female to close ranks with Wildfire. They all ended up closer together but relatively equidistant, forming a strange triangle among the charred wreckage of the forest.

"Does your dad know you're out here?" She felt a bolt of surprise at the question, then realized a second later that it wasn't directed at her. "Does yours? Or yours?" the little white girl countered, her blue eyes shifting to include Wildfire. Only now did she realize how much they resembled one another. Were they related?

"Uh," she replied after a hesitation, "that's nobody's business but mine." She wasn't a liar by nature but Wildfire often fibbed out on the road, not wanting to reveal too much about herself or share personal information. With that said, she said it as politely as she could manage, not wanting to sound like a snotty brat, then added, "I'm Dhole. Who're you?" Her amber eyes flicked from one pale face to the other.