Moonspear Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

When she'd asked, the deeper implications of her question hadn't even occurred to her. When she considered involuntary reasons for leaving one's home, she thought of things like illness or destruction. It hadn't even crossed her mind that this wolf could have been exiled from his former pack. When Jace described the circumstances, Wildfire felt a stab of embarrassed guilt for prying into what was surely an awful memory. She also felt sympathy; she knew what it was like to be pushed away like that, albeit the situations had been fairly different.

"Sorry for dredging up bad memories," Wildfire murmured, truly contrite as she bowed her head. She had been so caught up in her faux pas, she hadn't even realized he'd mentioned a familiar pack name. "Did you say Swiftcurrent Creek?" she blurted as soon as the dots connected. Then Wildfire shook her head, "Oh, you don't have to answer that, sorry." She was mightily curious but she would drop it if it was a sore subject for Jace.