Sun Mote Copse Won't you take my cane and hold my hand

Right, Niamh, Wildfire said, looking to the blonde she-wolf again. She was rather beautiful; how hadn't Wildfire noticed before? Her attention shifted back to Colt as he made a somewhat halting introduction. The Sovereign's brow furrowed a little, though her expression cleared when he explained that they hoped to work things out. Looking at Niamh again, she could see why he would hold out a torch for her and want to try again.

"I think we've actually met, though we've never really had a chance to speak to one another directly," Wildfire said to Niamh. "I'm sure we'll get to know one another if you come here to live. I trust Colt's word, though could you tell me, in your own words, what you can contribute to the Firebirds?"