Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

His mood swung again, though by now Wildfire had come to expect it, so she took it in stride as Vlad spouted off about being a scout himself. She didn't really understand his remarks about five wolves but before she could even open her mouth to ask for clarification, he started yammering about a stinky fish swamp. So far, she hadn't found him particularly amusing but something about the way he pronounced those three words cajoled a burst of laughter from her before Wildfire clamped her lips together.

"Sorry," she said simply on behalf of her rude and unbidden reaction. "Um." Wildfire wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't following him (again) and it quietly terrified her that Vlad wanted to see her again some other day. Although she didn't actively dislike him—it wasn't often that she found a wolf totally irredeemable—Wildfire didn't think she had any desire to reacquaint beyond this impromptu encounter.

Again, leaving would be the easiest option but Wildfire stood her ground, eyes still skating out to the ocean views every so often. Her glazed gaze scoured the horizon now as she searched for something else to say before finally blurting somewhat absently, "Tell me more about this Saltywinter." For starters, "Where'd the name come from?"