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Something about Saena's response made her remember a previous conversation of theirs. "Remember," Wildfire drawled with an impish look on her face, "if you have more than two, you can always eat the extras, or trade them." Then her half-sister wouldn't need to bother worrying about naming them at all. Of course, Wildfire wasn't serious in the least, so she followed up her joke with a low chuckle.

The sky echoed it abruptly, only the sound it made was more of a low rumble. The yearling's head jerked upward, amber eyes squinting as she noticed the horizon darkening, out west over the open ocean. A storm was making its way inland. She was no naturalist any longer, though Wildfire studied the skies and guessed it would make landfall within the hour.

Between that and her still full stomach, the scout thought a nap sounded like a really good idea right about now. "You should get back home before it starts to rain," Wildfire said in what she hoped was a considerate tone. "And I'm going to find some shelter and go sleep off this food baby." She paused, her black tail twitching, brushing against her ankles. "I'm sure I'll see you around, Saena. Take care."

With a last glance and smile, Wildfire began to thread along the stream's bank, studying the pale trunks of trees and looking for the perfect place to curl up and wait out a rainstorm.