Morningside Cuesta Unsteady

As the word space left Magpie's lips, Wildfire caught herself looking around again. The gently rolling grassland was quite expansive, so there was plenty of that (space) around here. Her amber eyes eventually drifted back to her aunt, feeling a strange rush of affection. It was good to see a familiar, friendly face all the way out here, especially after everything she had been through lately.

Wildfire's lips twitched at Magpie's joke, though the smile didn't reach her eyes. She didn't want to relive the pain of her reality by relaying it to her relative, yet at the same time the idea of unloading on someone—someone she trusted—was sort of cathartic. The yearling stood there a little awkwardly for a prolonged moment, deliberating, before shooting the other she-wolf an apologetic glance.

"Sorry, I'm actually up here this way because... I recently parted ways with Moonspear." Her insides clenched as she spoke the name of her former pack, all her twisted emotions roiling through her like a wave before receding slightly. "I'm a whistling gypsy rover now," she quipped without much mirth.