Dragoncrest Cliffs dope, my crew is ill,

Niamh's nod reassured her, though it was Tegan's news that really put her at ease. She smiled at the names of her newest relatives, then perked her ears when Tegan said Raven's name again. Her expression faltered considerably when he revealed they'd left the caldera. In fact, Wildfire's mouth fell ajar. She missed part of what he said after that, though her focus sharpened like a laser again when Tegan went on to tell her that Raven was mated, expecting puppies and apparently now the leader of the Redhawks.

Wildfire gaped, feeling a wide range of emotions at this news. She had so many questions! Where should she even start? "Why did you guys move? What about Uncle Elwood and Aunt Finley? Did they retire?" Because guessing was her thing today. "Rave, an Alpha!" Wow! That was almost as unexpected as the notion of Wildfire becoming commander (although slightly less laughable). "And a mom!" As for her mate, Wildfire couldn't remember if she'd ever met a Quixote. But she didn't doubt that her sister had chosen the best possible man with which to spend her life and raise her children.

She stared eagerly at Tegan, anticipating more details. She was happy for her litter mate's good news, though decidedly—and strangely—homesick about the caldera. Wildfire didn't have any plans to leave Drageda anytime soon, though the idea that her birthplace was now empty, likely never to be visited again... and what of their parents' graves? It hurt her heart to think about it.