((Thank you! =3))
Lunaro's paws tromped against the blackened soot as she sprinted towards a secluded area, away from the volcano she called home.
The Alpha hadn't given her a Lunger to protect, and she didn't feel too obligated to stay in camp until she had been given one.
With an exhausted huff, she stopped a few miles from the River of Night.
At the edge of her territory, she began piling rocks together into a small bundle. Most Fire wolves would think she would keep them together to snack on them.
Nope.
Lunaro was doing something she often did.
She was practicing her speech abilities.