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If this was Osprey, she didn't seem keen on picking up what Wildfire was lying down. Although the young adult didn't want to be rude or pushy, she wished she would introduce herself. If she gave a fake name, Wildfire wouldn't really know it. It just felt strange, not having her introduction in any way reciprocated.

But she wouldn't dwell on it. "Well, the first three are sort of the same thing," she pointed out with a friendly wave of her silken black tail. "I was a crap warrior," she quipped modestly. She shook her head lightly. "I haven't. I've been more or less content to explore the surrounding wilderness. One day, maybe... but I'm not really built for a permanently nomadic existence." Hell, Wildfire hadn't gone more than a day on her own after being evicted from the caldera.

"How about you? Are you an explorer too?" It sounded like it, possibly. "Oh," she added lightly, unable to resist in the end, "and I don't think I caught your name." She smiled politely, mimicking the other she-wolf by taking a seat.