Fairspell Meadow November skies

Her ex's lookalike made several foreboding remarks that rendered Wildfire momentarily mute. She looked at him, fear and bewilderment on her face as she considered his words. Then a realization struck her and she momentarily forgot about the doom and gloom of Tevinter's statements. She hadn't so much as introduced him and Gavriel. She felt another wave of hysteria wash over her and, this time, it bubbled up in the form of a snort of laughter. It was all so ludicrous.

"Tevinter," she shouted over the cacophony, "this is my pack mate, Gavriel. We're trying to make our way to the caldera." Wildfire squinted, trying to remember if he knew about her birth pack and also because a locust had just come dangerously close to flying into her left eyeball. She didn't want to end up half-blind like her father, bless his heart. "How widespread are they?" she wondered aloud, then more pointedly asked, "Where'd you come from?" Where are you living these days? her expression clarified as her head canted.