Redhawk Caldera Where you wanna go

Wildfire's jaw dropped dumbly when Pan gently reminded her of the message she had once passed between him and Reek. If she could have, she might have slapped herself upside the head. "Oh, I forgot all about that! Sorry, Uncle Pan," she said sheepishly. She flashed him a crooked grin, knowing he wouldn't hold it over her head. It fell, then disappeared entirely when he told her about a she-wolf chasing him away while attempting to visit with Reek. Wildfire's lips pursed. It could only be one wolf: Saena.

"Saena is... complicated," the youth said slowly. Wildfire didn't dislike her, though she didn't like her, either. For the most part, she felt neutral toward the bobtail. "Don't feel bad, though. It was nothing personal against you. And I know firsthand how intimidating she can be," she assured Pan, noticing the way his eyes dropped. "I probably wouldn't try to meet him at home. I'd send word ahead and meet with him in the middle or something," she suggested.

Circling back to Moonspear, she shared, "There's an open space near Moonspear. It's called the Altar of Twilight. To get there, you just head north into Bramblepoint, heading toward Big Salmon Lake. Once you get there, you turn ninety degrees and keep walking toward the mountains. You can't miss it. So if I do end up moving, you know exactly where to go if you ever want to stop by and say hello," Wildfire said, hoping it would cheer up Pan a little.