Redhawk Caldera If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis

Turns out said friend is getting an x-ray done first... so I have a little time to post!

Upon being led out into the weak daylight, Nightjar did notice the cool breeze, but promptly forgot about it as soon as his sisters started romping nearby. He was the last one out of the den's shadow today, being still sluggish from a nap. Mid-yawn, the boy tweaked one ear (the left one) toward Raven when she squeaked, and then opened his eyes to see a small red blur coming toward him.

Even a whole week after his eyes had opened, Nightjar could only focus on things that were really close. His father and the retreating Raven were both black smudges in the approximate shapes of wolves, while Wildfire's face had come into brilliant clarity.

Wiggling his tail, the large pup squared up his shoulders to hold Wildfire's weight, and then turned his head to snap affectionately at her ear. "Yaaaah!" he squeaked out a battle cry and lifted a leg to try to jostle her to even the playing field, for you see, Wildfire already had the advantage.