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

She introduced herself as Kroc of the spire. Wildfire hadn't heard of the spire, though she'd heard of the spine. Were they the same thing? And was Kroc named after the crocodile? She didn't really resemble one. Before she could ask any of these questions, Kroc guessed her own allegiance, then incredulously interrogated Wildfire about her dietary choices.

The coarse language didn't faze her, though she did purse her lips briefly before replying, "I'm from Redhawk Caldera, yeah. What and where is the spire?" she wanted to know. She was working on a mental map of the area, including the local packs, and wondered where the spire fit into the picture. "I ate them because they smelled good and I wanted to try them. They're too sweet," Wildfire concluded, unaware of the maroon stains on her jowls.