The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

Wildfire winced slightly when Charon mentioned his late father. Before she could offer condolences, he introduced himself. He didn't sound particularly upset, so maybe the loss wasn't recent. His rank took her by surprise, simply because Wildfire had gauged him to be only a little older than herself. It was possible she had just made a mistake about his age, though it was just as possible that he was simply a young leader. She had never met or even heard of one, so it intrigued her, as did his mention of a pack called Stavanger Bay.

The two white wolves exchanged a few words that indicated a slight familiarity but nothing more. Wildfire immediately noticed that the girl hadn't offered a name and repeated, "What's your name?" They needed something to call her, even if she only gave an alias like Wildfire had. "I'm here to explore. I didn't realize the forest was this messed up, though," she added. "Do either of you know what happened?"