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Niamh and Colt didn't seem to be in agreement about names, a point which caused Wildfire to cant her head, curious to hear more on the matter. That suddenly made her wonder if they were properly mated again. Maybe all hope was not lost... a thought which Wildfire vehemently rejected as soon as it crossed her mind. She really needed to get a grip.

In fact, maybe it was just best to part ways, though the Sovereign felt it would be rather crass to walk away from Niamh. The emotional crisis seemed to be subsiding somewhat but it was still too early to bounce if she wanted to avoid being rude. And she did. The idea of stranding Niamh was anathema. Wildfire sighed inwardly.

The names her comrade tossed out there caused her to look sharply at the golden woman's face, even though that was the last thing she should do. She tried to read whether Niamh was being serious. All three were... deplorable. Wildfire's lips parted but she remained indecisive and said nothing yet.