Moonspear World is our playground

She was lucky she didn't twist her ankle all over again sprinting pell-mell up the mountainside. She made it a little more than halfway up before Wildfire's breath expired. Breathing noisily, she braked to a halt on a small outcropping and collapsed, her pink tongue lolling from her smudged muzzle. Blood pounded in her ears as the tears dried on her face. She felt a strange sense of exhilaration, then that began to fade as she slowly rotated to look out over the view. She had run as far and hard as she could, now the only thing she could do was try to achieve some zen.

Then a welcome distraction arrived. Wildfire jumped slightly when the voice called out from nearby. "Oh, um, just getting some exercise!" she called in a falsely chipper voice, blinking her amber eyes hard as she took in the stranger's appearance. He was huge. His silver fur reminded her first of Floki, then of her aunt, uncle and cousin back home. She felt a knot in the back of her throat and tried to swallow it as she added, "Who are you? I'm Wildfire."