Dragoncrest Cliffs no man, i'm serious

The pups were at an age where they could be left alone at the den—and, soon, a proper rendezvous site—although someone was usually somewhere nearby. In any case, Wildfire didn't worry about them just now as she threaded through the territory, simply taking some time to stretch her legs and get some fresh air. She loved her bunch, of course, but sometimes it was good to steal away for a little while.

Her meandering came to a pause when someone howled from the direction of the borders, not too far off from the Feisripa's current position. Wildfire hesitated a beat, then began walking slowly in that direction. She stopped short when she spotted the caller, a burly stranger with obvious wounds. She studied him from afar but made no move to greet him or otherwise approach, not until Heda or someone else arrived.