Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

Wildfire didn't bat an eyelash at the swearing. Her parents often did it. For one reason or another, she hadn't inherited this trait from them; she very rarely cursed herself. But it certainly didn't faze her, nor did the stranger's question. She wasn't really sure herself, though Fox had explained it was some kind of wild dog.

"It's a wild dog of some sort," she replied, "and, yeah, I'm fine." She felt a tiny bit jumpy about the near miss, though nowhere near an actual heart attack, thank goodness. "My mother's name is Fox," she decided to share, "and I'm Wildfire." She didn't really see the point in using aliases any more, especially since she was terrible at keeping track of them. "Who're you? Where are you from?"