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"...something else?" Wildfire echoed a bit dumbly, not sure what the stranger could mean by that. What other purpose could small game serve aside from food? Perhaps their pelts could be used for bedding—something she had considered while tending to the pups at the den—but she couldn't help but wonder if the still nameless she-wolf had other purposes for the earth's smaller creatures.

Realizing they had yet to exchange introductions, the yearling said, "I'm Wildfire, by the way, from Sleeping Dragon." As she said her pack's name, she glanced toward the volcano due southwest of their current position. Whether or not the stranger had any intentions of laying claim nearby, she could no longer say she was uninformed about the local residents.