Moonspear a grin made for war

Oh, interesting, she thought as Lex explained his background. He then bounced the question back to her. A few days ago, Wildfire might have feared this subject. As it was, she felt a ripple of apprehension pass through her, as if she feared her own natural response. She did feel the need to take a deep, steadying breath, but she thought most of her breakdown was behind her.

"I actually moved here from Redhawk Caldera, a pack slightly southeast of here. My parents rule it. I'd met Charon and Floki and they'd invited me to come join them here when they founded the pack. I thought about it a while and, well, I guess you can figure out what I decided." She hadn't specifically chosen—her brother had forced her hand—but Wildfire didn't mention that. She liked to think she would have arrived at the same decision in the end anyway.

Although it wasn't her way to confide in near-strangers, Wildfire blurted, "I actually really miss them." This patrol actually made her think of her father and Nightjar and she felt a little ache in her chest. At least it wasn't anything overwhelming.