Altar of Twilight nocturnal spirits

The past few days had been exhausting. The instant Wildfire returned home, she sought someplace warm to curl up and sleep. She didn't pay much attention to her surroundings, so when a howl roused her later that evening, she didn't know where she was. Wildfire blinked groggily, then realized she was tucked inside a hollow tree. Her underside felt damp and she looked down to see that she had bedded down on a slimy bed of wet, rotten leaf litter.

Wrinkling her nose, Wildfire quickly exited the makeshift den and rolled around in the snow outside to get rid of the detritus clinging to her coat. She then licked her lips and glanced at the sky before trotting off in the direction of the call. She blinked owlishly with every step, still trying to get her brain to boot. She noted with another wrinkle of her nose that she smelled exactly like she had just spent the past few hours sleeping on a compost pile.

"Mags!" she called when she spotted a flash of white through the evening gloom, arbitrarily dropping the "Aunt." It seemed unnecessary somehow, now that they were both adults. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon," Wildfire commented, albeit with a smile that made it clear she was happy to see her relative.