Moonspear Zero gravity

She was a fairly modest wolf, yet Wildfire knew she was useful to the pack. Otherwise, she wouldn't even be here. She said nothing in reply to his statement, though her brows began to knit ever so slightly. Something about Nishu's demeanor had shifted abruptly, though it was so subtle, she couldn't put a finger on it.

Then he rose to leave, his words sounding suddenly cold. Wildfire made no move to stop him, only blinking dumbly after Nishu as he slunk away. She idly wondered why anyone would use medicine if they didn't need it, though she was much more troubled by his abrupt departure. Had she done something to offend him?

The young she-wolf sat there a moment, thinking back over the conversation. She did have a way of accidentally offending others sometimes; her brain and mouth could be as clumsy as her feet. But she couldn't think of a single thing she'd said wrong. Eventually, her only option was to shrug and let it go.

She decided to resume her earlier tracking. Nearly the same moment she began moving again—mindful of her sore flank—she detected the scent of the mountain goats Nishu had discovered earlier. It was tempting to track them, for observational purposes only. But then Wildfire spotted a mouse scurrying across the scree at her feet. She flashed briefly to the earlier bite, then pounced. The tiny rodent squashed beneath her petite paw and the huntress finally savored the taste of success.