Moonspear To infinity... and beyond

Wildfire was no medic, though she was pretty sure blindness didn't always occur the same way. There were many variations to most maladies, or at least she figured as much after listening to Raven talk about her trade. She didn't argue with Potema, though, letting the subject rest. Somehow, arguing with a blind girl about blindness seemed to be in poor taste.

She wasn't sure what to say about the comment regarding their parents' respective ages. There was no way to prove that one way or the other. Wildfire knew her mother was young. They were her very first litter, after all. Her father was perhaps a year or two older than Fox and she'd just said he wasn't that old. Wildfire didn't see how age mattered anyway, so again she made no reply.

"Oh," she finally said said when Potema said she didn't know her attacker's identity or motive. "I was attacked when I was little too, by my half-sister. I still have the scars on my neck." She shared this because she was struggling to make any kind of connection with the other girl, though she supposed forging one wasn't really necessary.

She had things to do and a very important task to continue. "I don't mean to cut this short," Wildfire apologized, "but I have to keep searching for my uncle." She offered Potema a thin-lipped smile, then turned and trotted toward Moonspear again, determined to sniff out Pan's scent among the rocks.