Redhawk Caldera five, six, seven, eight!

At this age, the pups can actually go up to a mile away from the den with supervision. :)

Although Wildfire still adored both of her siblings, her brief obsession with Raven simmered as her interest in Naturalism really began to sprout (pun intended). With that said, she was pressed close to her sister today, as Raven had made an awesome discovery: an interesting bug scuttling across the den. But whereas Wildfire wanted to observe it, Raven began to bat it around the earthen floor. The smaller girl's mouth dropped open in protest when Aunt Finley's voice boomed out from the den's entrance, summoning them. Raven immediately went scurrying in response, leaving the bug behind.

Although Wildfire was just as eager to join their godmother, this gave her the opportunity to collect the bug (she fearlessly snatched it with her teeth) and add it to her collection, which had recently been relocated to the far rear of the den. She dropped the insect on top of the pile, then turned to scamper back toward the front of the lair. When she returned later, it wouldn't be there, of course... although a few of its legs had been broken in the process, it would quickly zoom off to a safer place now that the pups' backs were turned.

"Flea!" Wildfire crowed as she bounded up to the Beta female and hugged against her leg, reaching to lick at her chin. Like Raven, she knew her loved ones' names by now but was only halfway decent at pronouncing them. "Pay?!" she said loudly, thin black tail whipping back and forth as she looked hopefully between her aunt and sister.