Sun Mote Copse We climbed the Golden Gate Bridge just to watch the stars collide

It was tempting to remain close to the western border to wait, though Wildfire had way too much to do to stand around anticipating visitors that may not even come. She forced herself to resume a proper patrol. She had never enjoyed them, yet there was something very different about warding the copse. She had been born to Alphas, had spent years mated to another, had also served on leadership. But this was the very first time she had chosen a home of her own. She adored the copse already and couldn't wait to truly call it her own.

A sharp bark caused her to rise in the middle of a squat, giving her hindquarters a little shake before she set off at a quick trot toward the sound. It wasn't her aunt or uncle, nor anyone else she knew. Wildfire wondered at these wanderers showing up on her doorstep with such impeccable timing. It pleased her that this one, like Fluke, showed deference to her borders. Their claim was already stable. Soon, it would be strong.

"Hey there," she greeted, coming to a stop a few yards from the stranger and studying her with warm bronze eyes. Wildfire held herself with a subtle sort of pride; blatant displays of dominance weren't really her style. "Can I help you?" she questioned affably.