Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

Wildfire nodded, then glanced off into the distance, squinting at a movement out there. It turned out to be a squirrel bouncing along, surely in search of acorns to stash for the winter. Her amber gaze wandered back to Foxglove as she spoke in turn. The tip of the Bandrona's tail twitched curiously, head tilting ever so slightly to the right.

"My mother's name is Fox," she shared, then replied to the question at hand by saying, "I guess it has to do with the color of my coat. My mom actually calls me Dhole, though. I evidently strongly resemble one. They're wild dogs or something that live in a different part of the world," she explained.

"How long have you been here?" Wildfire wondered next, carrying the conversation naturally. "And what brought you to Sleeping Dragon in particular?"