Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

Elwood withdrew his head long enough to watch Wildfire, glad to see that she was curious and willing to explore the log. He then thrust his muzzle back into the opening, peering down into the darkness as she crept inside. The rusty pup soon wandered to the midsection of the trunk and Elwood removed his snout once more, stepping back in time for her to pop out of the aperture. He laughed when he noticed that she still held the hoof in a death grip.

Soon, though, she disappeared again, and Elwood lowered his forepaws to the soft ground. He stretched before placing his back feet on the earth, and then he padded around to the log's exit -- the orifice that Wildfire hadn't yet ventured through, as opposed to where she had entered on the other side. "What do you think?" he asked, peeking inside; the scent of soil and loam was rich, though not unpleasant, and he could see a few little yellow wildflowers that had managed to grow on the inside of the fallen tree as well.