Moonspear diamond is unbreakable

It sounded a bit like Ame was naturally cut out for the role, which made sense. Some wolves were leaders, many more were followers. Wildfire fell easily into the latter camp. The demands of leadership simply didn't appeal to her, at least on the surface. But then there was the breeding rights to take into consideration; if she ever hoped to be a mother, then rank would definitely matter. That thought caused Wildfire to chew thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek.

She wondered at the Alpha female's age—still unaware that today was actually her birthday—yet didn't ask. It didn't really matter, did it? She already knew from experience that leaders came in all shapes, sizes and ages. Two of the four Alphas she had followed in her lifetime—her own mother, as well as Charon—had been leaders by her age. Both were still going strong too. Wildfire mused about this for a moment, in combination with Ame's feedback.

When her companion explained that she had only come into her own after leaving home, Wildfire nodded, understanding that part perfectly. "Kinda like how I only picked up hunting once I left the caldera," she mused with a switch of her tail. "Maybe we don't recognize our own potential until after we're out of our parents' shadows." Food for thought.

She felt like they had exhausted that subject, so next the young adult randomly observed, "Hey, have you noticed the disproportionate number of guys and girls in the pack? It's only you, me and Thistle, I think. I love the boys," she prattled, thinking specifically of Floki and Charon, "although I was very close to my sister back home, so I kind of miss feminine company." Her amber eyes were warm as they rested briefly on Ame's face before dropping. Maybe, hopefully, they could become friends so that Wildfire still had some quality lady friends in her life.