Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

Here was another wolf of monochrome hues, like the others she vaguely recalled, her pelt largely black but brushed with hoary shades here and there. Her eyes stood out even in the feeble light, mismatched like Artaax's. Wildfire's heart twinged when she thought of her son and a flood of homesickness washed through her. How long had she been gone? She had no idea how long she'd been in this cave, nor even the current time of day. Her mouth went dry as she became more and more aware of her surroundings—and more and more horrified.

The two-toned (in more ways than one) she-wolf spoke, her tone cold. Wildfire gazed at her in bewilderment. "No," she whispered. "Who—why—why am I here?" she demanded, still struggling to piece together her thoughts into complete sentences, much less articulate them. "You—do you—mean me harm?" She thought she knew the answer and now she felt her heart quicken in her chest and her blood run cold as she waited breathlessly for an answer.