Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Wildfire paused, head cocked, to consider the answer to that question. She had run blindly at first, paying no attention to what direction she was going. She had slowed down near Swiftcurrent Creek, gathered her bearings, then kept moving northeast from there. There was no rhyme or reason to it, really. She wasn't even trying to put distance between herself and Moonspear (consciously, at least). Wildfire was just wandering on a whim. That was the fun of being a gypsy rover.

"Nothing in particular," she said truthfully, "although I've run into a few familiar and welcome faces, yours included," the yearling added with a smile and a twitch of her silky black tail. "How're things at Sleepy Dragon? Can you see it from here?" she wondered, squinting at their distant surroundings.