Larksong Grotto Lately, I find myself throwing stones

Rather suddenly, another wolf appeared with a question on his lips. Wildfire started and went rigid, staring for a moment—his stripe made her think of the Blackthorns—before glancing at the remains behind her. Did they even belong to a wolf? She couldn't really tell. Facing the stranger again, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"I don't think so," she replied. She went silent as she wracked her brain for some sort of followup. "Do you live around here?"