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She found the rejection more disappointing than she expected, yet Wildfire brushed it off and certainly didn't let it show. Rather, she regarded him with a polite, grateful smile and made a point to dip her head. Most strangers were more or less kind, yet Warbone's generosity stood out and would not soon be forgotten.

"Take care, Warbone," she replied, seeing no reason to correct him about her name (she actually quite liked the spontaneous nick). Her lips twitched in private amusement because, of course, it was pretty clear he could take care of himself and didn't require her well wishes.

With a last glance, she turned and began to climb the shortest of the peaks again, determined to have more of a look around the unfamiliar landscape. What she found was not ultimately very interesting or particularly useful—it was all unremarkable slopes carpeted with grass and lichen—but Wildfire found she wished this place was closer to Moonspear because it was less of a landmark and more of a mountain goat buffet.

After several hours' worth of exploration, she departed on that thought, leaving Warbone's spoils to him and the crows.