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He invited her to lead the way, then commented on the nearby slopes. Wildfire glanced at the dozing volcano, then quirked her lips at Gavriel. "I prefer to hunt on even ground myself." Who knew what damage she would do trying to capture prey on the mountainside? It was totally unfamiliar terrain and she was nothing if not clumsy. "Let's head this way," she suggested, pointing her smudged snout toward the grassland just this side of the Qeya River. Surely there would be some small critter or another to hunt, maybe even along the riverside.

"Hey," she thought out loud as they began to trot in that direction, "I guess we no longer have to worry about crossing the river, huh?" Wildfire let out a breath and nibbled at her lip. Although she was glad the Phoenix Maplewood wolves had gone and the lot of them had avoided bloodshed, she secretly worried about Saena and her pups. Hopefully they had gotten to safety somewhere, somehow. "I don't think we'll have to, though. Plenty of prey near water."

Not too much later, they arrived at the riverbank, Wildfire slowing to a stop to scan their surroundings before dropping her nose to sniff. She doubted Gavriel needed to be told what to do, so she began moving east downstream, combing for any viable scents and hoping he would do the same.