Sleeping Dragon California nights

Uleön's benevolent words caused Wildfire's heart to beat a little faster. Sometimes she was reminded of how much responsibility now rested on her small shoulders and it made her a little anxious. She had truly never aspired to become a leader and now that she was one, she was really no more confident than before. Maybe that would come with time, though. And now that she held the position, which did feel right for her, it gave her a better chance at starting that family she wanted so much...

Wildfire detected nothing peculiar about Uleön's aspirations, though she didn't immediately think about the empty position at Thuringwethil's right hand, either. When she heard the word "counselor," she thought of it in a very general way. She took it to mean Uleön wanted to help the pack members with personal or even interpersonal issues, advise them, teach them and hopefully pass on her wisdom to them.

"What was Eldfell like?" the yearling wondered, having figured out by contextual clues that it was Uleön's former pack. "And why did you leave it? What brought you here?" She had said herself that she'd spent a long time making something of herself in Eldfell, so what had prompted her to uproot and then settle down again in a place like Sleeping Dragon?