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The commander didn't want the kill and neither did Wildfire. "But I'm not hungry," she said with a playful smile and a few twitches of her tail. Her teeth dug into her lip as she deliberated whether to accompany Thuringwethil further or head back now. The choice was obvious—she had no desire to part ways—but she would either have to carry the carcass or stash it and risk it being stolen. Neither choice appealed to her.

In the end, Wildfire had to remind herself that—hello—they lived in the same pack. She would see the Heda later, possibly even later today. And there would be plenty more scouting missions in future. Thuringwethil had begun this particular trek alone and Wildfire would leave her to it, although she was already making plans in her head to propose a joint ranging expedition at some point.

"I'll leave you to loot the maple wood," the yearling quipped softly. "See you around?" She wasn't entirely sure why it came out as a question rather than a statement, nor why she didn't just pack up and go but instead lingered, almost hopefully, to see if the Alpha had anything else to say.