Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

She smiled to herself as Rosalyn indulged her hunger. Feeding others brought Wildfire joy, she realized, which was a good thing considering she would spent the upcoming months feeding several hungry mouths if all went according to plan. Her smile widened at that thought as she finished rinsing the smears of blood from where they blended into her rusty red fur.

She was staring at the porcupine's quills, wondering if the commander or new Wocha might find them useful, when the Kru's question distracted her. Amber eyes lifted. "The Redhawks, you mean? They're doing good." It had been a few months now since her last visit to the caldera, though, which reminded her... "My parents and brothers are supposed to pay a visit sometime soon." Wildfire's heart skipped a beat at the thought.