Moonspear a grin made for war

Despite her best efforts to outrun it, the inevitable breakdown came. And then it went. Wildfire spent two full days crying and wallowing, then woke on the third day feeling a little better. She hadn't seen anyone, even Floki, in all that time and set out from her solitary hideaway to seek some fellowship. When she still hadn't tracked him (or anyone else) down after several hours, she gave in to her hunger and ate some late lunch in the forest near the bottom of the mountain, took a long nap and then rose right as the sun began to set.

Yawning and stretching, she began to move toward the borders. Perhaps Floki was busy patrolling. But instead of her "boyfriend," she found a stranger lurking about the territory's fringes. Wildfire moved slowly toward the large white wolf, studying him as she closed the gap. His scent identified him as a member of the pack. It was strange but exciting to run into so many unfamiliar faces around here. After several days of solitude, any friendly face was a welcome one.

"Hey," she called to him when she was within a few yards of him. He reminded her of Uncle Pan and she felt a momentary twinge of sadness but she was relieved when it didn't overcome her. "I'm Wildfire. Do you mind some company?" she questioned politely, flicking her soft black tail.