Sun Mote Copse So I've gotten used to coffee sweats

Niamh greeted her with amiable deference, which was met with a few slow wags of Wildfire's tail and the words, "Good morning. I'm doing all right." Bat's death, followed soon after by her heat, had blown her off course a bit lately, but she was eager now to steer straight and continue leading the Firebirds into prosperity. "How're you? What're we hunting?" she tacked on there, chestnut eyes glimmering at the thought of a hunt.

Sure, it would waylay her from visiting her sister, but only temporarily. And she would get to see Niamh's skills in action and quite possibly get a meal out of it. Then there was the fact that she wanted to get to know her newest pack mate better. Wildfire was well aware that she and Colt were together (or at least trying to mend things) and she had no desire to interfere with that, especially with her own complicated status. But it would be a lie to say she wouldn't enjoy spending time with the blonde simply because she was fun to look at too.