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Despite Finley's attempts to rectify the situation, it didn't seem to fix anything for soon Wildfire was struggling away from her godmother's ministrations and toddling away.  Fin whined softly as the girl went, crawling on her belly a little ways after her, wanting to do more and wanting to make sure that she was getting better.  Her brows popped up a little higher as the pup suddenly flung herself into a nearby puddle and began to flop around, effectively rinsing away the pinecone's residue.  She watched timidly, nervously.  What if it didn't work?  What if she choked and died?  Fin could scarcely breathe, even though she likely should have been marvelling at the fact that little Wildfire somehow just innately knew how to cure herself.  Instead, she just laid there with bated breath, waiting to see if ...well, basically if she died or not.  Cause what else was there to do?


Fortunately, death was not to be the outcome that day.  Wildfire finished splashing about and turned to smile happily at her godmother as though not a thing had happened.  Fin released the breath that she'd held tightly in her chest with a huge heaving sigh.  She crawled forward even more until her arms were on either side of Wildfire so that she could plant a series of kisses on her god daughter's face, whining happily all the while.  She wasn't dead!  Sweeeeeeeet!