Sun Mote Copse the shrike to your glorious thorn

By stark contrast, Wildfire found the woods open and airy, easy to navigate. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, saying nothing in direct response to his remark. Her golden eyes studied him for a moment, his large—he was about twice her size—and rugged build, his copper eyes. He looked like he might be around the same age as her eldest children, a thought which sent a mild pang through her.

"I'm Wildfire Redhawk," she introduced. The surname probably indicated her allegiance loud and clear, though she did think to add, "I live with the Redhawks on the plateau west of here. How about you?"