Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

Kaskara explained about the fire, causing Wildfire to glance sharply sideways at her. Fire had destroyed two or three pack lands, not to mention the handful of neutral territories it had wiped out as well. The storm had really done a number on this neck of the wilderness. They were very fortunate to have weathered it so well at the caldera.

"Sorry to hear about the peak," the youth said genuinely. "I've heard of a few other packs that went through the same thing. That storm really wrecked parts of the wilds, didn't it? There's a lake near the caldera that was practically emptied. The last time I went by there, there were all these dead fish rotting everywhere. It was awful."

Her acquaintance wondered why she was so far from home and Wildfire said, "I just like to explore, though I am an Outrider apprentice. Naturalist and Warrior too." She said this humbly, though there was a glimmer of pride in her amber eyes. "What about you?" What sorts of trades, if any, did this Kaskara possess?