Bramblepoint I won't stumble back

Liffey forgot herself. She was too excited at the prospect of talking with Wildfire - a wolf she had idolzed for as long as she could remember. It didn't matter that they'd never actually met. It was because of this that it took her a little too long to notice how her cousin's eyes spoke of her distraction, and how her response was lacking the same level of enthusiasm as Liffey's - though that would have been a stretch to expect.

"Yeah," Liffey said with a smile, though her head caught up with her soon after and she hesitated, her excitement falling slightly, "I mean. I think it'd be cool. I don't know that I'd be any good at it, though." She shrugged, her expression becoming contemplative as she considered. She wasn't nearly as brave as her mother or Wildfire, and she wasn't all too good at tracking or ranging. She lost herself a lot in all of the sights and scents she came across. Her mind would wander as curiosity and imagination took it, and soon enough she wouldn't know where she was at all. Not exactly a great thing for a scout. "I get distracted," she admitted, glancing away from Jackrabbit's gaze.