Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

She shrugged a shoulder at his question, mostly because she didn't have any particular reason. She'd just done it. His reply to her query earned a quizzical look from Wildfire. He'd been born that way? She didn't know why she hadn't considered that possibility. She hadn't even realized it consciously but she'd thought perhaps they were symptoms of some sort of disease or disorder.

"Well," she said, "they look kind of cool. Maybe I was following you 'cause I wanted a closer look," she thought aloud. Wildfire then said, "I'm—" Which name should she use today? "Fox." Well, that was a new one. Wait, did this make her an impostor? Well, she would run with it. "What's your name?"