Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

Elwood promptly set the hoof down and Wildfire just as swiftly snatched it off the ground. It was very much the same as a security blanket or pacifier; simply having it in her mouth provided the pup a sense of comfort and contentment. In time, it would become a hindrance (that was, if it didn't fall apart first), especially as her interest in Naturalism took its natural progression. Her mouth was her equivalent of a hand, after all. For now, though, Wildfire would tote it everywhere she went.

And she was hoping her uncle would lead her back to the log now, so she could perhaps collect more treasures, including some for herself. She pranced on the spot, unable to speak around her chew toy, not that words were of much use to her yet anyway. Her wide golden eyes spoke for her, as did her little dance and the accompanying waves of her black tail. And, as ever, there was a willing translator nearby as Peregrine drawled, "Don't think she's done with you yet, Uncle El," then chortled and let his chin sink to his paws.