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Wildfire was having such a difficult time grappling with her emotions today that she decided it might be best to leave Drageda for a few hours and clear her head. She didn't say anything to Thuringwethil or anyone else, she simply disembarked from the northern border and tried her best to locate a scent trail. A good hunt would get her mind off the feelings of jealousy raging inside her at the mere thought of any other she-wolf in the pack (aside from the commander, of course), all of whom she couldn't help but think of as a threat all of a sudden. Rationally, Wildfire knew she should be able to banish these invasive and illogical thoughts and feelings, but actually overruling them was proving arduous.

She struck a scent and tracked it, though she fumbled the chase and ended up at the base of a tree being loudly chastised by an indignant squirrel. Wildfire would usually let a failure like this roll right off her shoulders. But she felt like there was steam trapped beneath her skin. She was angry with herself and annoyed as the overgrown rodent continued screaming at her from its refuge on the branch above. The she-wolf struck a petite paw against the trunk, feeling futile and frustrated, then growled under her breath and turned to stalk in another direction, any other direction.