Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

Colt's answer intrigued her on several levels. Wildfire's eyes flashed as she replied, "We could definitely use a guardian. I have no interest in killing passerby. Even with trespassers, I'd much prefer to apprehend them and remove them civilly, unless they're a serious threat and we have no other choice." She paused, trying to read his expression, then continued, "I'm a scout myself and I welcome pack mates to range as much as they like, as long as they're still contributing their fair share. And if you ever decide to go abroad on a more permanent basis, that's fine; just let us know so we can wish you farewell. You'll be welcomed back should you choose to return." These were some of the most critical principles of Firebirds she wanted to establish and she hoped they worked well for Colt.

Turning next to Eljay, she addressed his prior comment with a soft smile. "We'd be lucky to have you and your caregiving skills, Eljay. I'm not sure there'll be any pups this year"—she wouldn't be having any herself but perhaps some of her pack mates might want to embark on that particular adventure—"but I'm sure it'll happen at some point. And I know you've learned a lot from Rave that'll come in handy. There's another healer sort here; her name is Corinna and I bet you two might enjoy collaborating."