Haunted Wood Lighters

She tensed, then relaxed. Goober was well aware that he could be a bit... different, but he certainly never saw it as a bad thing. He was happy-go-lucky, and that was all there was to it. "Wildfire," he mused, "What a perfect name!" She was as red as wildfire, and her chipper mood certainly helped. "I am," he answered her, "I just finished my first most official mission. I helped a friend find the friends that she had lost." Surely that would count for something.

"Do you live around here?" he asked. Maybe she was a wolf from Blacktail Deer Plateau, and his job would already be done for him. Then again, Cicero had said that pack was much further north... so maybe not. Still, there was a chance!