Moonspear took a walk

It sounded like nothing of import had happened over the past month or so, which was difficult to believe. But Wildfire didn't for an instant think her mother would keep things from her. If anything had gone amiss, Fox would inform her and she wouldn't sugarcoat it either. No news was good news in Wildfire's book. She smiled softly, happy to hear that nothing had gone terribly awry lately, then snorted quietly when her mother told her it was only a matter of time.

"Maybe, with that attitude..." she teased her dam, leaning forward to nip at her ruff. "I think things have been pretty much the same way here, though. I haven't experienced any significant drama since coming here. Oh!" She abruptly remembered the bears. "We do have a bear infestation. I, um... that's part of why I decided I wasn't cut out to be a warrior, actually," Wildfire admitted sheepishly, feeling her cheeks burn slightly. She had already mentioned switching trades, yet she wondered how her mother would take this news in particular. "But so far, nothing much has happened with that. They're still here but they aren't bothering anyone, as far as I can tell. I think the leaders are working on a plan to get rid of them. You should have brought Aunt Flea so I could get some pro-tips from her," Wildfire quipped.