Redhawk Caldera Kangaroo court

All of the key players in her life knew about her (possible) plans, save for one: @Nightjar. Wildfire had made a few attempts to track down her brother, though if she was being honest with herself, they were a little halfhearted. She dreaded his reaction, as she sensed it wouldn't be as easygoing as most others'. Wildfire couldn't stand the thought of upsetting or angering her brother. But if she was going to be an adult (in less than a month!), she needed to stiffen her upper lip and own her (possible) choices.

Ignoring the cold October drizzle, Wildfire stepped onto an open clearing along the caldera's ridge and tipped her head toward the misting sky. She squeezed her amber eyes shut and opened her smudged muzzle, howling her brother's name. If he was home, he would hear her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he song tapered away. She forced herself to sit, though she fidgeted. Much as she loved her brother—because she loved him so much—Wildfire was not looking forward to this conversation.