Nocturne Summit I wish you

Her own name was the unexpected response to her cry, but it offered the same result— she spun around rapidly, in time to see a red blur move rapidly down the mountainside. "Caref—" Magpie started with an instinctive step forward, but the wolf was already regaining purchase. "—ul," she finished quietly. For a split second, the dark woman thought she was seeing her sister— that same, fiery coat— but it dawned on her that Fox wouldn't have called her 'aunt'.

"Wildfire?" she queried incredulously, a white grin splitting her black muzzle. She felt a pang of guilt— so focused on seeing her sister, Magpie had nearly forgotten about her nieces and nephew. As the young Redhawk joined her on the outcropping, she moved to bump shoulders affectionately, amazed how much Wildfire had grown since they last saw each other. She was a bit relieved, too, that the youth didn't seem to harbor any bad feelings. "I've been thinking about all of you a lot lately, too," Magpie began to explain, "I was actually on my way to the Caldera to visit."

She thought about exclaiming aloud about how much Wildfire had grown over the autumn months, but thought that was decidedly old and uncool.