Sun Mote Copse Whiskey river

She didn't need to be alone right now. It gave her entirely too much time to dwell, which led to wallowing. Staying busy—patrolling the borders, checking the stockpiles, searching out landmarks—wasn't quite enough. Wildfire needed the distraction of companionship.

She found it in the form of Colt, seated beneath a tree and staring absently into the copse. It took just about every bit of Wildfire's energy to muster a smile for him, though she did. She even managed to wave her black tail once, twice, as she padded nearer.

"Hello, Colt." There was an acorn settled in the snow nearby, which she gently kicked in his direction. "An acorn for your thoughts?"