Little Goat Mountain Are we faded

Maybe she mentioned it because he intimidated her so much. Wildfire didn't think long on it, mostly because Warbone took her inquiry seriously, contemplated for a beat, then gave a thoughtful answer. She listened raptly, bobbing her head gratefully as he imparted his knowledge. It was a tactic she had practiced before, along with many others, but she made a mental note to practice it more. Maybe if she perfected it, she could dispatch small game the way Warbone had taken out that young goat.

"So you're a loner, Warbone?" she asked, though not before dipping her snout in a gesture of thanks. "By choice or circumstance?" Wildfire wondered. What would Charon do if she brought back this particular specimen? She could personally vouch for his hunting skills but the young scout had a feeling that Charon might consider someone like Warbone a threat to his command. In the same vein, she somehow couldn't picture this wolf bowing his head to the freckled yearling. There probably wasn't much hope for a recruitment here.