Heron Lake Plateau last night i had a dream that i was brushing a horse.

Fin smirked, her own mind reviewing the same mental images as Wildfire. She had once tried to actually ride a deer once. It had gone very poorly, to say the least. The deer had seemed to think she was trying to get on its back in order to kill it. The silly thing hadn't realize she was just trying to use it for transportation. Deer were so paranoid.

The Blackthorn matriarch was distracted from the memory as Wildfire altered the subject. She smiled at the comment. "I'd love to meet them," she answered, then paused to modify, "Well, to meet Kiwi. I'd love to get to know Bat better. She seems very... spirited." That was a good word for it, she surmised with a smile, then paused again. "Don't you have three of them here, though?" she asked, frowning slightly. Or had she imagined that?