The Sunspire rolling with the summer breeze

Leaf watched as Nightingale's tail drooped. Perhaps this was a sad story through and through. The little red captive listened as the juvenile recalled her even younger days, which seemed to be predominated by some sort of amnesia. Though it should not have been a common ailment, the little red wolf had heard of one or two wolves who suffered from it. Quietly, she wondered what Nightingale possibly could remember if she had lost her memory at such a young age. Still, everything she said rang true. At least the first part. Her own brief interaction with the Alpha of The Sunspire had proven that he was a caretaker of the young through and through. No matter that she had vehemently refused his own care of her. She had principles. But it was when Fox and Bazi returned that she frowned. No, this was not right. Moreover, it did not make sense to her for Nightingale to abandon Bazi, especially if she had been a "sister". "Why didn't you make amends?" she wanted to ask, but her thoughts were interrupted by the intrusion of a bobcat. She did not understand how the cat had managed to come into pack territories, let alone into the area where she was being held captive, and she felt a snarl contort her mouth and face. "Is that some euphemism for eating me alive?" she hissed while whipping her head back to Nightingale accusingly. The juvenile was staggering back, but Leaf did not know if this was a continuation of some charade. Still, she would not chance it. For the youth's sake. "Go away, kitty-cat," she said with a growl. Whatever warmth her character once possessed had been temporarily stamped out of her. The little red captive quickly rose to her feet, and though she was much smaller than her predator, she began to snap upwards with her sharp teeth.