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The question appeared to throw him a little. While he thought on it, then offered an answer, Wildfire tore off another hunk of rabbit. She'd hardly eaten much at all, though she knew that was the last she would be able to stomach right now. She would have to stash the rest or maybe take it to Kiwi. For now, she kicked some snow over it.

He bounced her question back at her again. Wildfire drew in a breath, deciding to indulge him rather than deflect. "I like to think so. There's a reason your endeavor didn't work out. It brought you here, maybe for some purpose..." Wildfire shrugged. "It makes it easier to accept when things don't go according to plan. I don't mean we should give up all control or responsibility, just that we can take comfort knowing that sometimes good things come out of bad situations."

Of course, she wasn't just referring to Tulimaq's arrival in the copse after his failure to launch. She was thinking of Bat too. Wildfire couldn't possibly imagine any good reason why her daughter should suffer such a horrible fate. But maybe one day, something else would come of it, to help her make sense of the loss. She just couldn't even grasp that right now though...

Before she could start circling the drain, Wildfire asked, "So do you have any particular skills, Tulimaq?"