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Sequoia had been milling about with Wildfire when the call came out, and since she had learned (through somebody or another) that Bat was an aspiring scout... or already was one, Sequoia thought it was the perfect opportunity for all three of them to hang out together. Redhawk scout club! Wildfire seemed way too emotional about the whole thing, which was mildly concerning, but Bat's question was one Sequoia thought she might be able to answer, so she did just that.

You left, and they didn't kill you. So did Dalia, and Daddy Dio knew about her leaving. Momma Portia left, and I don't think they'd kill her, either. It had, after all, been a week or two since Sequoia had last spotted her in Drageda before she left. The young girl assumed her mother had left for one reason or another. Wanting to expand further on this, and because she was a fucking windbag when it came to this subject, the girl continued.

I met this one wolf—Wraen—and she said it's stupid to hate wolves who leave. At least, that was what Sequoia had taken away from that conversation. Maybe it wasn't the best interpretation of what the older one had tried to teach(?) her, but it was what Sequoia had understood. Besides, if anybody tries to kill us, we'll kill 'em back! Not that Sequoia was at all equipped (or willing) to do that.