Sun Mote Copse to the sun

She kept up with his stride, shoulder to shoulder. She was reminded of Buckshot for a moment, even though Fluke looked nor sounded anything like her friend who had said goodbye. He talked about being a wanderer, which immediately reminded Sequoia of Wraen. Maybe the two could swap tales about all the strange and interesting packs they had encountered throughout their respective journeys! Sequoia liked that idea.

Naw, she said, I grew up in Drageda. That's where Wildfire used to live. Kiwi and Bat, too. The cliffs would always hold a special place in her heart for being the first place she had lived, but the girl was learning to let go of places. She did eventually plan to travel back there, mostly out of curiosity, but she wasn't sure that she should. Her coat pattern was terribly unique, and after hearing what Artaax had said, it didn't sound like Drageda liked any of them very much.