Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

She looked down at the grub, who looked around with glares of accusations. She wasn't sure why they were so against coming along, especially since there wasn't an adult in sight, "Maybe he's hungry." Orlaith suggested, assuming he hasn't ate in a while. He was trying to dig in a burrow after all, presuming after some sort of meal.

"Since I was already planning to move out, I can try to look further for his folks too," the fire suggested. She already had a goal in mind, to find any clues of her past. It was simple to add that to the tally, if she asked around if anyone was missing a pup. Surely, someone was.