Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

Wildfire's comprehension skills were superior to her ability to articulate, so she more or less understood Elwood's question. The fact that looked at the hoof, then smiled at her, also helped. "Mmf!" she grunted in reply, unwilling to release the small, soft blossoms. She then bobbed her to head to make her answer clear. She grinned gratefully at her uncle, admiring his smarts. Wildfire's worldview was still so small that the idea hadn't even occurred to her.

When the Beta male presumably fetched her beloved toy, Wildfire turned back toward the log's interior. She proved once more the limitations of her young mind as she crept back through its length rather than walking around it, which would have been both easier and quicker. Perhaps she only did it because it was more fun. But it was quite likely that going around hadn't even occurred to her as a possibility.

She hopped out of the far end, then glanced around for Uncle Elwood. She was hoping he would lead her back home, so she could give these flowers to Raven. Then maybe he would bring her back here. Wildfire certainly wasn't done exploring yet!