Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

As soon as the words "I know your father" slipped from Kaskara's mouth, Wildfire braced herself. Although she did mention an altercation with Peregrine, she did not bash him. In fact, she complimented his leadership skills and took responsibility for her actions. Although it wasn't actually any of the young girl's business and she scarcely knew Kaskara, she suddenly had quite a lot more respect for the she-wolf and her diplomatic relay.

Wildfire wondered what Kaskara had done, exactly, but again: it was none of her business. It was in the past too, long before she was even born. There was no reason to dredge up ancient history, especially of the less pleasant kind. No, she would rather tamp down her curiosity about that and focus on what they were doing at present.

"I know you said you're new to the area," Wildfire said, smoothly transitioning the topic of conversation, "but do you know where we are? And for that matter, who names landmarks around here? All of them seem to have names but I don't know where they come from," she admitted, amber eyes flicking over Kaskara's face curiously.