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

Despite her closed-off demeanor, Wildfire remained alert. Her ears twitched faintly and her heart skipped a beat when Potema spoke again, though she quickly realized the purported healer was addressing the youngster hidden in another part of the cavern. She licked her lips, chestnut eyes sliding sideways to see if the youth would show herself or speak. I'm sorry, she thought again.

Potema said something directly to her again. Wildfire didn't react beyond a single blink. She didn't trust any of these wolves—not even her fellow captive, really—and took everything they said with a giant grain of salt. She didn't say so, keeping her watchful silence.