Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

Not ignoring Lotus; she just hasn't noticed her yet!

They seemed to have swapped places. Wildfire felt a queer, jealous ache, though it subsided quickly. She knew of Sleeping Dragon. Her aunt, Magpie, lived there, and she had met its leader, a striking female whose long name slipped her mind at the moment. Wildfire knew she could try seeking entry into its ranks, that she could theoretically join any pack she liked, for any reason at all, at any time, even on a whim.

But she shook her head. "I'm better off alone, for now," she said, still unable to look at Warbone directly, though she did glance at him out of the corner of one amber eye. "I always wondered what it would be like to be a free spirit. Now I know." She made a heh noise and shrugged her shoulder again, attention snapping back out across the open ocean as the storm made landfall with a loud grumble of thunder.

"We're about to get soaked," the she-wolf observed, eyes tracking the clouds that scudded inland, ready to shed their loads.