Golden Glade I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

It took Wildfire by surprise when the she-wolf flipped onto her back, exposing the velveteen fur of her underside. She glanced sideways, deferring to Phox, who neutralized his expression just before telling the would-be interloper to be on her way. She trusted his judgment at face value, being too new to ascertain the situation herself. She doubted if this lost stranger necessarily wanted anything to do with their pack, though it was still fair to ask her to leave the Redhawks' hunting grounds.

Hoping she would take off without fuss, Wildfire said nothing—letting her silence demonstrate her support of her younger brother's decree—and waited. Once she was gone, she hoped to ask Phox if he'd like to join her in tracking some small prey. If memory served, he was a hunter by hobby if not by trade, and it would be nice to team up and catch some meat to feed to some of those mouths he'd mentioned.