Bitterroot Valley one night only

She enjoyed a few days of relative calm, her emotions keeping an even keel. But there arose within her a wild itch. Although the den she shared with Thuringwethil served them perfectly well, she found herself scoping out other possibilities around the territory. She was just looking, she told herself. In any case, she couldn't find one that suited her tastes. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for or even why she was looking for it. Wildfire figured she would know when she saw it.

A sharp cry cut into her latest search. The young Bandrona backed out of the small burrow she had been investigating just half a mile north of the meeting grounds. It was cozy, warm and dark, yet Wildfire already knew to cross it off the list. But all thoughts of shopping for dens fell out of her head when she recognized that voice. She pivoted and began running immediately, bits of earth scattering behind her as it came unstuck from between her little red toes. In her haste, she didn't even comprehend the nature of the call. She just knew she needed to get to Freyja now.

When she reached the borders, Wildfire meant to stop and assess the situation. Instead, her mommy mode suddenly engaged and she barreled forward unthinkingly, operating on pure (and perhaps misplaced) maternal instinct. Perceiving the bloodied young boy as a threat to Freyja—the sight and smell of blood indicated some sort of violent altercation—the Bandrona rushed him, intending to drive him away from her young pack mate and hopefully roll him right off his feet.