Blackfeather Woods There is definitely something rotten in the state of Camazotz

She'd overheard enough to register that something was amiss; her voice didn't sound quite right. A moment later, a white she-wolf materialized. This wasn't the new captive. It must be one of their captors. Wildfire's lips pressed together in a grim line, her eyes narrowing and dropping. She was growing extremely weary of engaging with these bewilderingly crazy wolves.

But there was something vaguely familiar about this she-wolf. Wildfire spared a second glance. Her gaze was drawn to the stranger's face. A dim memory stirred, though it remained hidden in the murk of her memories. She did note a slightly positive connotation in the back of her mind, which caused her to frown thoughtfully in her silence.