Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

The wolf that appeared was not her Thuringwethil. In fact, she was nobody that Wildfire knew. The yearling's mouth clapped shut as she eyeballed the stranger, taking in both her appearance and her scent. She belonged, though she must be relatively new. Licking her lips, Wildfire took a few steps closer to the pale and possibly geriatric she-wolf, amber eyes shrewd.

"Yes," she answered a bit absently before pointedly asking, "Do you know where she is? I'm Wildfire, the Bandrona, and I just got home from a mission she sent me on. I was hoping to report to her." That was true enough, as she did want to update Thuringwethil on her trip... right after she kissed her silly.