Redhawk Caldera The jig is up, the news is out

Unaware of Roz's involvement with Pan's return (she would have balked at the irony of Roz finding both wolves she'd personally failed to locate), Wildfire's brow furrowed slightly when she mentioned finding another of their wolves. Then what she'd said actually sank in and Wildfire's brows nearly shot off her face. The youth picked out the keywords: west, rough, needs help.

Wildfire spoke right over the she-wolf as she joked about a cavalry. "Finley? You found Finley?" she asked, hoping Roz would confirm the name. Her amber eyes darted to her uncle behind her, dark tail breaking into a hopeful wag before she looked to Roz again. "Small, gray, black stripe? And she's alive!?" she pressed, starting to dance on the spot even as she turned her smudged muzzle toward the west as if she might bolt at any moment.