Sun Mote Copse Danger days

"Even if and when she does, nothing can mess with your special bond. Rave and I both have families of our own, packs of our own, but we still see each other." Less often than she would've liked, to be sure, but as Wildfire had said, no matter of time or distance would warp their bond.

"Oh yeah? Maybe she's with mine right now." And I really ought to be getting back... Wildfire thought, though she still couldn't bring herself to bid her current companion farewell. She was enjoying the ebb and flow of the conversation, plus the opportunity to have a lengthy chat with an adult was too nice to pass up too quickly. She'd also forgotten about Niamh entirely.

In any case, before the Sovereign could make a decision whether to linger a little longer or go, a cloud scudded across the sun, throwing everything into a preternatural dusk. Wildfire glanced upward, blinking in surprise at the sight of the suddenly stormy skies. It had been the portrait of a sunny spring day just an hour ago and now the heavens looked awfully broody. As a matter of fact, the first raindrops began to fall, fat and wet. One landed smack dab on the bridge of her charcoal muzzle.

"I can either make a break for home or huddle down here with you a bit longer," she said, raising her voice a little to be heard over the sound of the abrupt downpour, which really made the decision for her.