Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

As soon as Wildfire said his name, she knew; this was Fox's child. How else would she look so like one, and yet smell like a wolf? Kaskara nodded at Peregrine's name, wondering how much to betray. But if this girl was anything like Junior, there would be no detail spared when she returned home. So she decided the truth was the best option, and spoke as they walked. "I know your father. I was part of the plateau pack, more than a year ago now. I was only a subordinate, and in my hasty youth, I lashed out. He and his brother chased me out. I deserved it."

Kaskara wasn't one to skirt the truth, not when she decided to tell all. Of course Wildfire hadn't been alive to know the intricate details of the event, nor did she think Peregrine would tell them the tale. It wasn't one that was, in the end, important. Junior hadn't died that day; instead, she had been killed by this child's father. Junior's own father, if rumors were true. But that didn't concern her now. Wildfire had been a tiny thing then, she was sure, and had nothing to do with it, either. "I don't know him well, but he was a good leader in my time with him. Strict and no-nonsense. I was unfortunate enough not to know that at the time."