Moonspear Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

He frowned at the question and Wildfire gnawed on the inside of her cheek, hoping she hadn't unintentionally tripped an emotional wire. She soon realized it was just his expression when thinking, as he spoke ponderously in the next moment. She breathed a silent sight of relief, glancing down at her paws for a moment before focusing on the path ahead of them even as her ears hung on Jace's every word.

"So you've lived in several places then?" she clarified, intrigued. "I love exploring but Moonspear is only my second home," Wildfire confessed, feeling strangely unworldly. But then she remembered that she hadn't yet been alive a year. "I have no plans to leave but..." But what if she lived a life where she moved from place to place every so often? She had never thought about it before but it begged the question, "Were your moves... voluntary?"