Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

The whipping wind favored the new arrival not only by blustering his scent in the opposite direction, its noise also blotted out his footsteps. For a good while, Wildfire remained oblivious to her company, until she randomly scanned to her left. She started and might have toppled right over the cliff in an attempt to get away, if recognition hadn't registered nearly right away. Her body still tensed, her amber eyes narrowing, but she knew this wolf. She didn't trust him, necessarily, but she couldn't just forget his generosity, even after her dealings with Goober.

"Warbone of nowhere," she greeted after a pause that was likely long enough to be awkward. "What are the odds of running into each other here, when we met on practically the other end of the wilds?" she mused, trying to raise her voice somewhat to be heard over the blustery weather.