Redtail Rise the summer i turned pretty

It was too bad the forest had been inhabited by a woo queen, but Odessia figured she could find other flowers out in the wild. It was not as if that forest was somehow more special than any other forest. Besides, her condition had only gotten better the more time went on. She still had the occasional nightmare—and sure, sometimes she got spooked at nothing—but it did not feel like it had the first few days after The Incident. She was relieved to find the worst effects had only been temporary.
Odessia's paws took her north and east, and eventually she found herself in yet another forest marked by fire. She was not sure if this fire had been more recent than the one in the forest with the little yellow flowers, but she now wanted to test a hypothesis. Did those particular flowers always grow in places where flames had previously licked the trunks of trees? She did not know, but it seemed a reasonable theory.
A few hours into her search, she spotted a younger-looking wolf—characterized by their not-quite-filled-out form—who looked to be on a mission. Curiosity piqued, Odessia trotted toward the youth and wasted no time sizing her up. She was small, even for her suspected age. Despite her younger age and seemingly no guardian around her, she appeared fit and healthy. She had some odd brown markings, but Odessia was beginning to think that was the norm around here.
She kept her distance, not ready to become the victim like Viper had, but strayed close enough that conversation would be easy without shouting at one another.
"You look like you are on a mission. My name is Odessia; yours?"