Dancing with the past

Xina ventured further afield, away from home just for the sake of satisfying the itch in her paws to explore. Her eyes settled on the detritus-covered field of old blood and old battle. She could almost feel the way the land thrummed with the death of thousands and thousands. She mused to herself as she scanned the earth. How the blood must have soaked the ground and made the mud thick long ago. Weapons and strange metal fragments caught her eye with every twist of her head.

A familiar figure also caught her eye. Something new sparked within the syndicate girl. Something strange as she saw ex packmate. Hadn't she and her siblings been taken by the Raiders? The feeling was... warm... She was surprised to see the girl out here!

Which one was this again? It wasn't Mealy boy, and not Purple Paws Cressadee pants...

"Hey!" Xina called out, "Don't I know you? You're not Cressida... What was your name again?" The firey pup bounced up to the slightly larger dark blue merle girl. Her bouncing meandered around a few standing poles and over several helmets, shields, and other shiny bits.

"speech"