Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Thuringwethil did not seem irked by her presence, which gave Wildfire some measure of relief. She did seem surprised and even said as much. Wildfire's head bobbed a bit inanely. Her presence this far northeast must seem a little peculiar to wolves who knew she hailed from the Great Bear Wilderness. If it were somebody else, Wildfire probably would have just given an affirmative when questioned about scouting. But there was a preexisting connection here, in addition to something about the other female's presence that the yearling found grounding.

Do you see what I did there, Mica?

"Kinda, sorta, not really," she confessed, scanning the area just over the other wolf's shoulder before staring respectfully in the region of her dark chest. "I left Moonspear." Wildfire almost mentioned that she'd left in less than ideal circumstances, yet didn't want it to make it sound like she'd done anything wrong. She hadn't, much as Charon would beg to differ. "I'm a gypsy now," she quipped lightly, though there was a slight, quavering edge to the joke.