Moonspear some nights i feel like i have died

The stink of sulfur clung to Wildfire's pelt as she made her way home, not that she was aware of it. She enjoyed the cool, fresh air on her face as she headed back to Moonspear. By the time she neared the borders, her feet were soaking wet and very cold, yet she didn't mind. Besides, something distracted her from thinking too long on her freezing toes. The young she-wolf paused, brows knitting lightly together, as she realized there was a figure in her path, standing between her and the pack's territory.

She didn't recognize him, at least not immediately. Wildfire slowed slightly, her body language throwing off a series of question marks as she came upon the stranger from behind. Was this a newcomer, perhaps? He seemed to be digging furiously. When his scent drifted toward her, it was vaguely familiar. Her tongue ran over her lower lip as she tried to place it. It took a moment, then her amber eyes widened. Kaylan?

Aware that he would likely dart off like a jackrabbit for a third time if she made her presence known, Wildfire nonetheless called out, "Hey." Her voice was neither sharp nor loud, though she braced herself as she waited for the inevitable snarl and flight.