Redhawk Caldera The cold never bothered me anyway

Fox seemed to think little of the order of her own trades, considering them all equal. Wildfire bobbed her head. Perhaps she should look at her own the same way. On that note, maybe she should drop Naturalism and either focus more on the remaining two or find something else entirely. Her lips pursed thoughtfully.

"It's been a while since my last history lesson," Wildfire thought out loud. She thought back on the various tales Fox had told her over time, ranging from goofy tall tales to strictly factual accounts of her family's pasts. "You left your pack when you were around a year old, right? Was that because you wanted to travel or for some other reason? I love to get out there," Wildfire said, "but I can't imagine leaving and not coming back."