Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

She wasn't crazy after all!  After a couple of words Wildfire cut off abruptly, and Roz watched with renewed interest (and a little trepidation) as recognition dawned.  It took her a bit longer, but as soon as the word 'goat' left her mouth, Roz was back on a different mountain a ways back.  Well shit on a stick, it was mini red.

"That's right," she said, smiling as well now that finally the odd sensation had meaning behind it.  "That was a while ago."  Pre-Saltwinter.  She hadn't been Red's way in a pretty time, and hadn't seen this wolf in longer.  Apparently she'd moved on.  "Left the old stomping grounds behind, then?"  She almost asked after Red, but thought better of it.  "Gotten a bit more accomplished since then too, I see."  She indicated the catch, a light reference to the botched hunt where Wildfire had let her call the shots.  There was more than one reason Rosalyn hadn't settled on a trade line just yet.