Blacktail Deer Plateau Fade away

Under normal circumstances, Wildfire might have been intrigued by Chosovi's ambiguous words. Was she a fellow gypsy rover? But now was not the time to wonder about such idle things. It was quite possible there might not be anything much left to explore once it was over; a wasteland would not capture the imagination the way the wilderness would have formerly. That thought sent an involuntary shudder of horror and sorrow down the ranger's spine.

Just as with Chosovi's possible wanderlust, the other stranger's accent did not have its usual alluring effect on Wildfire. She was actually slightly annoyed that she couldn't understand him very well. There was an understated sense of urgency to everything, a sort of low-grade panic at the back of her mind, that made her feel impatient, frustrated and anxious. Fortunately, she did not act on it, though it made her skin feel hot and overly tight as she glanced briefly at the guarded Gavriel.

Focusing, the yearling blinked in Chosovi's direction and rather dumbly (and belatedly) repeated, "Wait. The end of the world?" She had never even heard of such a concept and, what with everything going on around her, she had a really hard time wrapping her mind around it. "The world can end?" she whispered almost as if to herself, feeling a new flush of disquietude wash over her.