Little Goat Mountain Are we faded

He seemed as surprised about her request as she had felt when offered the meat. Wildfire's lips curled a bit at the corners. The expression froze in place when he remarked on her size. It was merely the truth. It was also part of why she specialized in small game hunting. Her snout bobbed in acknowledgement as she slowly folded her slim red haunches beneath herself.

"Good point," she answered simply, glancing sideways for a moment before her eyes drifted back to him. "Got any general pointers anyway? I'm a hunter by trade, specializing in the smaller stuff," she revealed, then decided it was only proper to offer an introduction too. "Name's Wildfire, by the way." She lapsed into silence, wondering if he would take the cue and introduce himself in turn. "Gamma of Moonspear," Wildfire thought to add, realizing even as she said it that she rarely (if ever) introduced herself by her rank.