Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

Anwyl enjoyed hearing about Wildfire's family. It sounded like she had a good relationship with them, and that was good. He was surprised to hear how good they were at hunting, but it made sense. If you're born with a deafness then you wouldn't even know what you're missing. Wildfire looked around for a moment, obviously thinking of something. He gave her a moment, wondering what she'd been thinking. But she soon turned back to him and told him she was leaving. He snickered at their inside joke, feeling clever. But something she said caught his attention. Floki? Who's Floki? 

The silver yearling leaped to his feet and bounded to her side. He would've left her alone if she wanted him to, but since she's offered, he wouldn't mind leaving the area either. He took another look at the little crevice they'd found, mentally mapping its location, then turning to look at her. Aahhh, I'll walk with you. He wagged his rusty tipped tail and began up the rocky climb. Yeah the ridge isn't too far. Well it is I guess, maybe a day's walk? But it goes by fast when you're having fun. He shrugged, looking at his paws as he walked. 

So who's Floki?