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The little red wolf (okay, she was about the same size as Chip) didn't take the insult-bait, which was a little bit disappointing, but also a little bit impressive. It wasn't often somebody could brush off a comment like that and keep their cool at the same time. It took an insane amount of heckling to put Chip off-guard, so perhaps she'd found somebody who rolled the same way.

"Nice t'meet you, Wildfire. I'm Chipmunk. But everybody calls me Chip. I've heard all the jokes, so don't bother," she said with a grin. "Fitting nuts in her mouth" and "climbing trees" were usually the easiest go-to cracks at her name and appearance. "Chip off the ol' block" had been a common one back home, even though she couldn't really understand why. Both of her parents were exceedingly dull.

"I was gonna try and rouse up some grub if you wanna lend a girl a paw," Chip offered with a raised brow. Unlike her older sister, Chip actually had a knack for hunting.