Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

She didn't check to see if Arlo had heeded her or decided to stick close. Wildfire concentrated on scrubbing the sludge out of her fur, starting with her paws and then moving upward gradually. She was just deliberating over how best to wash off her face—should she tip it back, let the rain take care of it, or dunk it in the rapids?—when a shout badly startled her.

Her head snapped to the left, eyes squinting at a two-toned figure approaching rapidly through the rainfall. The wet fur along her spine prickled warily as he raced toward her and she braced her legs as she turned to face him properly. He was shouting about his friend who was injured. Wildfire immediately shot a glance behind him but she didn't see anyone.

She wanted to glance behind her to see if Arlo was there but she didn't dare take her eyes off the stranger, especially when she realized she recognized him, though she couldn't place him at all. "Hey, do I know you?" Wildfire asked, raising her voice slightly to be heard. But she didn't wait for an answer before adding, "Where's your friend? What do you need?" Neither she nor Arlo were medics and though Wildfire didn't feel suspicious—especially since there was that vague sense of familiarity—she really wasn't sure what she could offer these wolves in need.