Redhawk Caldera Children of the wild

It didn't bother Wildfire when it was a stranger that appeared to receive her. Her family members were understandably preoccupied. It did make her feel a little peculiar, realizing there might be several wolves she wouldn't recognize living here now. She pushed that thought aside as she bowed her head, ears splaying deferentially as the unfamiliar she-wolf came closer. She was older than Wildfire's parents, by the look of it, with stoic but not unfriendly mannerisms.

"Just thinking of my mother," the young adult replied without going into detail. She didn't think Fox would have aired her personal business all over the place. "I'm Fox's daughter. One of them, anyway. I brought these for her. Have you seen her this morning, by any chance? Oh, and my name is Wildfire. You can call me Wifi." She felt a little rambly and scatterbrained. She chalked it up to the duress of the situation.