Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

Wildfire made no reply when "I" spoke angrily to her. She was under the impression this she-wolf ruled this pack (whatever and wherever it was), but it didn't matter whether or not she was directly responsible. She was an accomplice. But the Feisripa wasn't about to argue her case; it wouldn't get her anywhere.

Finally, they emerged into the open air. Wildfire gulped in a deep breath and maintained a slow, steady pace beside "I." She studied her surroundings openly as they walked, though she made no move to escape. Eventually, her chestnut gaze swung back toward her captor, eyes narrowing slightly.

"You won't win if pitted against Drageda," she said in a low, brazen voice.