Her intentions are lost to me. I do not understand, not entirely, the way she leaps forward and as she charges, I instinctively fall into a defensive position. I do not expect a challenge from her and yet, it is still an unusual thing to do as she does; she splays her legs far and wide, avoiding me and taking off at a sudden sprint. I might have moved to follow her had she not been so swift, her dark form disappearing behind me before I can even pivot. My ears press back, however, in an effort to gauge her position as she darts around; it is only when she suddenly grabs at me that they truly flatten back, my head whipping around in sudden offense. My eyes flash to hers instantly, alight with caution and uncertainty. I imagine this is... play, for it is indeed what I see the children do and yet, I do not understand it. I did not play in such a way. When I charge, it is to maim; when I bite, it is more often to destroy. What are her intentions in these moments?

She continues forward, unyielding as she signals for me. For a moment, I am unsure as to what to do; after all, my mother rests not too far away and yet, I understand I have been summoned. I consider it for a moment but soon enough, I take off at a fast jog behind her, my wider steps soon finding me behind her. I maintain such a position, keeping my pace even with her back heels as she begins to take us across the sand. It is evident she was born here. Her steps are properly measured, more efficient than even my own. I can feel my blood run hot as I do my best to keep up. I find myself enjoying this in a sense; the rush of adrenaline, the risk of the unknown. It takes me some time before I realize that we are heading towards the hunting trails. Does she intend to share in such an act? With two of us, I have no doubt we could collect enough food for the mothers of Glorall - and ourselves, of course.

I let her lead for some time more before I lurch forward with a burst of speed, coming up her flank until we are shoulder to shoulder. I search her face for an indication of what is to come, prepared to break away and follow her lead. Today, perhaps, I will find out just what our potential Wildfire can do.