Blackfeather Woods Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

Someone approached and, strangely, Wildfire welcomed the distraction. She stiffened, chestnut eyes boring into the wolf as he came closer. She had seem him pass by before, yet they hadn't been introduced. These wolves weren't very well-mannered, after all. She swallowed when she realized he reminded her of someone, then recognized in the next breath that he resembled her dead father.

He dropped a partially eaten rabbit between them. Wildfire glanced down at it, then upward again. He was scrutinizing her but she was used to it by now. "Who are you?" she questioned softly but boldly. "What do you want?" Because they always demanded something from her when they came.