Sun Mote Copse Won't you take my cane and hold my hand

They'd only parted ways a little while ago, so Colt's howl was unexpected but not unwelcome. She dreaded being alone and would seize any opportunity to avoid it. Wildfire hastened back toward The Nest, yet he wasn't there. She blinked, then realized his call had come from nearer the borders. Wondering if he'd found something (or someone) there, she bustled in that direction.

Indeed, she found him standing with a fetching she-wolf. Wildfire afforded her a quick and admiring glance before redirecting her attention to Colt. "Who's this?" she asked, her tone amiable even if she had trouble bringing herself to smile. She recognized Niamh, though she honestly couldn't place her name. She canted her head, wondering if she might be someone to Colt, specifically.