Moonspear To infinity... and beyond

When the other young wolf turned to face her, Wildfire's lips parted. Her eyes were different colors, not unlike Splinter's. The one appeared to lack a pupil, though, which caused a ripple of apprehension to travel down her spine. She was tempted to hop down from her perch and trot over to join the stranger for a closer look, yet she remained in her spot, sensing that they would both be more comfortable that way, at least for now.

"My name is Wildfire and I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a large white male wolf around here, by any chance? His name is Pan," Wildfire barked across the way. She wasn't hopeful, though it was possible the other youngster had seen him, even in passing.