Redhawk Caldera five, six, seven, eight!

Finley provided a laundry list of possible destinations, consulting with the three puppies about where they wanted to go today. Of course, none of them could really understand her (nor appreciate the dark humor in her latter suggestion), though Wildfire did pick up on one word in particular. "Go!" she shouted loudly in Nightjar's already partially deafened ear before turning to Raven and repeating, "Go!" Finally, her golden eyes lifted to Aunt Finley and a third, "GO!" spilled from her lips.

There were other buzzwords in Finley's soliloquy that latched onto Wildfire's brain like pieces of chewing gum to the bottom of a shoe. She repeated these in random spurts. "Eamerby gospash!" she sang. "Bitties betty bitsing! Plardrop sandfing vestown!" She punctuated these largely nonsensical exclamations by bouncing around—were there springs in her feet?!—and nipping at her three companions, expressing her enthusiasm and excitement in the only ways she knew how.