Little Goat Mountain Are we faded

When Warbone moved back over his kill, standing directly across from her, Wildfire decided she definitely wouldn't waste his time (or hers) trying to recruit him. Although he would have been a great asset, Moonspear wasn't hurting for members and it didn't really look like he needed a pack much. Her amber eyes dropped briefly to the goat's remains, then back up to the general vicinity of his face when he suddenly mentioned a mate.

The idea of traps intrigued her. She had tried them out on smaller prey, without much luck. But what Wildfire found more compelling was his use of the past tense. "Something happened to her?" she asked softly, having the presence of mind to navigate the question tactfully for once. If that was the case, it was really too bad. Warbone had only said a few words about her but Wildfire would have liked to meet her and pick her brain about innovative hunting techniques as well.