Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

He laughed at her, a grating sound which Vlad complemented with some head-shaking and slobber-flinging. Wildfire's brow furrowed slightly and her lips pursed when he sarcastically declared that she was no threat. He might have gotten a rise out of her, had she been a more hotheaded wolf. Yet despite her parentage, Wildfire was quite slow to anger. She found Vlad's mercurial behavior strange and slightly unpleasant—and maybe she ought to leave after all, if only to get rid of him—but he hadn't managed to get under her skin.

"I'm not sure I follow you," she admitted at his next inquiry, though she cherry-picked the word travel and told him, "I've done a lot of traveling. I'm an Outrider—a scout—by trade. I'm almost a year," Wildfire added, which was somewhat of a fib. She wouldn't hit that milestone until the end of winter. But she was an adult and definitely old enough to travel by and take care of herself.