Ankyra Sound We can be beautiful

Kalika didn't seem bothered by Wildfire's poor phrasing, at least judging by her broad grin and upbeat words. Akantha, on the other hand, seemed to have picked up on the accidental implication. Wildfire gave herself an inward kick. She hated it when her stupid, fumbling mouth interfered with her duties. It didn't happen often, thank goodness, but she was more prone to putting her foot in her mouth than she would like, that was for sure.

"Yes, of course," Wildfire was quick to say after the matriarch had finished speaking. "I realized how that sounded only after I said it. I apologize," she added with a sheepish wave of her tail. "In any case, I'll head back now and let her know you'd like to touch base." She didn't mention it but she also wanted to duck out before she made any other faux pas.

"It was nice meeting you Akantha, Kalika. We'll be in touch," were the Bandrona's carefully chosen parting words. She dipped her smudged snout to each she-wolf in turn, then spun on a lithe heel and began heading back toward Drageda. The instant she reached the territory, she would seek out the commander and describe this conversation in excruciating detail—yes, including her own verbal misstep.