Redhawk Caldera I am Spartacus

Wildfire spent the morning with Peregrine, who showed her some moves to add to the repertoire already bequeathed to her by her other trainers, Fox and Elwood. While they sparred playfully, her father told her the story of her namesake Uncle Atticus, his brother. Wildfire wished she could meet him, though Peregrine explained that he was dead. She was beginning to understand death; it meant that someone went away and never, ever came back.

After their lesson, Wildfire took an early afternoon siesta. When she rose, she found the rendezvous site abandoned. Pushing herself to her feet, she prowled to a nearby puddle and took a long drink. She then pondered what to do with the long spring afternoon stretching before her. Something her dad had said to her earlier that day came back to her now. "Being brave means doing what you are afraid to do." Wildfire badly wanted to be brave, just as much as she wanted to be a Warrior.

What was something that scared her? Strangers definitely intimidated her. Until she got to know a wolf really well, Wildfire tended to be very bashful. To test and build her bravery, perhaps she should force herself to be more outgoing. At the very least, she should seek out someone she didn't know well and make herself face her fears. There weren't many outright strangers at her disposal and she was still forbidden from going too far, especially on her own, so Wildfire tried to think of someone she didn't know well here in the caldera.

There was only one wolf left she really didn't know. Wildfire didn't know his name but she pictured him in her head, swimming so gracefully at the pack's pool party a few weeks back. She thought she could recall his scent. She went in search of it now, hoping to track down @Pantaleimon. Her heart already began to pound harder than usual as she contemplated the challenge of overcoming her own timorousness and getting to know her pack mate without mom, dad, brother, sister or other relative to hide behind.