Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

The name struck a chord deep within her. The caldera was where Junior had died. It had been by her own actions, but she died there, nonetheless. By the look of this child, she probably wouldn't have remembered it. Or perhaps she did, and was more scarred by the memory than Kaskara was at the retelling of it. Either way, Kas visibly flinched at the name, but did nothing else. It was not Wildfire's fault that Junior was dead.

"It's nice to meet you, Wildfire. You're quite far from home." It wasn't an admonishment, simply an observation. Kaskara hadn't caught the wanderlust bug until she was at least a year old. "Welcome to this part of the valley. I just moved here, myself." They could do a bit of exploring together, then, if the girl wanted to. Kaskara wasn't going to impress her company on her, but she wouldn't mind the company, herself. "Would you mind an exploration partner?"