Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

The silver Beta chuckled as Wildfire wasted no time in collecting her chew toy. He half expected her to retire to the den -- either for a nap or to gnaw on the hoof -- but instead she remained in front of him, eagerly shifting herself from paw to paw. She wanted something from him, and while he would have figured it out in a moment or two -- probably once she began inching away from the den, back towards the log -- he was thankful to have Peregrine's interpretation.

"Alrighty then," he agreed readily, flashing a grin at the girl's father before pivoting and beginning to follow the path towards the fallen tree trunk once more. He took a few steps, then paused and looked back at Wildfire. "Why don't you lead the way this time?" he prompted, gesturing with his snout -- he wouldn't let her race too far ahead of him, but he was curious to see if she could remember the way. It wasn't difficult, so he had faith in her.