Moonspear My kind

She would have breezily accepted his offer to accompany her, if not for the muffled sobbing sounds. When Tevinter made a comment about his mother, Wildfire shot him a concerned look. As it turned out, it wasn't Thistle at all, but a perfect stranger. The way her cohort shifted closer to her reminded her starkly of Floki and her lips twitched in silent appreciation. Wildfire's attention then fixed upon the unfamiliar face of the tearful she-wolf, who seemed embarrassed about her emotional display.

"Hi," the young adult rejoined, her black tail twitched lightly in greeting. "Sorry to hear that," she added genuinely, head tilting. "I'm Wildfire and this is my friend, Tevinter. You must be new...?" That would explain her unfamiliarity, as well as her loneliness. But in the space of two minutes, she had at least gained two new acquaintances, so it was a start.