Haunted Wood You think you know somebody

She knew better. Leaving the caldera was risky in and of itself but sneaking behind enemy lines in her condition was downright imbecilic. But when Wildfire saw her brother heading that way, she couldn't resist the temptation to follow. Nightjar could surely look after himself, yet she wanted to have his back. So she hobbled along in his wake, maintaining a distance of perhaps three hundred yards even as they entered the spooky woods next door to the caldera.

The youth genuinely didn't intend to get herself directly involved in combat today and, if confronted, likely would have fled the scene. But when she heard an altercation break out ahead of her, she unthinkingly scrambled forward as quickly as she could manage. When the young she-wolf burst onto the scene, it was just in time to see her brother barrel toward his small, black-furred assailant.

Just like she had been unable to resist following him here, Wildfire could not hold back from joining the fray. She didn't have time to wonder whether her interference would anger her brother or if ganging up on the enemy in an already unfair fight was cowardly. The small Warrior thought of nothing but blood as she pitched herself at the stranger's flank, trying to get her off her feet so Nightjar could pin her and tear out her throat.