The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

There was a thin, slippery crust on the surface of the snow, as if it had melted partially before refreezing. It made her trek all the more treacherous, though Wildfire refused to let it deter her. That was sort of her theme lately: she stopped letting anyone or anything hold her back.

Crunching footfalls announced company and Wildfire looked up to find her Uncle Elwood picking his way toward her. Her face broke into a smile, her black tail waving. "Oh, nowhere," she called back, "I'm just testing to see if I'm still as uncoordinated as always. I haven't fallen yet!" she huffed with a laugh. "Be careful there," she said as Elwood came within a few yards, "there's a particularly slick patch."

Shaking out her ruff, Wildfire turned carefully to face him, her eyes briefly drifting over the plateau behind him. She thought she caught a glimpse of Bat and Tegan up there, though she couldn't see them now. Returning her attention to Elwood, she couldn't help but wonder, "Is this place like a water park in the summer?"