Dragoncrest Cliffs dope, my crew is ill,

His excitement caught her off guard, though only for a beat, before she found herself laughing at his exuberance. "It's nice to meet you," Wildfire replied. She had seen Finley's pups back in the day, though she barely remembered them and surely Tegan didn't recall her, either, so she considered this a formal introduction. "Niamh," she added, turning to acknowledge the she-wolf with a dip of her smudged snout before her chestnut eyes drifted back to Tegan.

Her brows lifted at his comical question. "My pups are about a month old," she confirmed. "Aunt Flea had some new ones, I take it?" she picked up on the obvious thread, her black tail sweeping the humid spring air. She wanted to hear all about them and life at the caldera, then provide her own news, assuming that's why they were here.

Her tail fell still at his unusual slang, which was followed by a more serious remark about Raven. There wasn't anything particularly ominous about his statement, yet Wildfire suddenly found her heart beating a bit faster. "Is everything okay?" she asked right away, hoping the messengers would quickly allay her anxiety.