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Her brow furrowed when Nightjar insulted the medic, then said their father should attack him. Although she was a Warrior, Wildfire was not the most confrontational of wolves, so even if she hadn't had a crush on Ashton, she probably still would have said, "I don't think Ashton meant to misdiagnose dad. I think he really believed what he said. He just shouldn't have given him false hope," she allowed, biting at her lower lip. She felt the need to come to the hippie Healer's defense, even though it was his fault Peregrine had been sour with her.

"Maybe we should do something else," she decided aloud a beat later. After all, she wanted to approach Ashton for very different reasons and Wildfire didn't want to get in the middle of a fight between her brother and the medic. "I guess we should just let dad chew him out if that's what's gonna happen. Speaking of dad, I told him I was getting something to eat. Maybe we can hunt some fresh game for him? You're good at catching small prey, right...?" Her amber eyes scrutinized his face. Like any wolf worth its salt, she could make kills, though it wasn't her forte. She would require Nightjar's assistance.