Shadewood To Spite it All, Despite it All.

The youth threw the ebony male a grin, carefree at her age. Untroubled with her aloofness, yet the wisdom that lurked there was evident. Her eyes shone with an understanding of his concerns -- his fears -- even if she was yet to find out what exactly they meant.

She took on his observations, relating them to her own. She would go back and find the other packs. Talk with them, make relations. Perhaps she'd come across Wildfire again; she dearly hoped so.
"I would be glad to do so," her tail waved softly, a proud banner tipped with the white purity interlaced throughout her. In her soul.
Seemingly uncrushable.

"I will also report to you of anything that may seem amiss, anything threatening."  Because this was her home. Anything wrong so close by would break her hear to see it harm someone or something she cared so deeply about when she had the chance to bypass that fate. Yet she didn't let on to her own mild concerns, no hint of fear or worry. Still the cool and joyful girl that she hoped she'd stay for a long time.