Bitterroot Valley Oh, it's you.

What had she just wished, oh right, that Friede would not see her with how burned her paw and singed fur. The High Elk must think she had done something wrong because that was the first canine she comes across, the fake happy voice pricking her ears before her ruby gaze found her barely singed fur. Of course she would have made it out better off than everyone else, that was just the physics of this light brown girl.

"Oh, Frissy!" She called back with peppy smile and cheerful tone, her tail swishing to sell the emotions she did not feel at the moment. She gave a pout as soon as they subject came to her look just as she knew it would, one ear falling to the side as she looked into her eyes with an almost puppy look. "Its dreadful, but at least you don't!" She smiled once again, looking over the not so noticeable burns.