Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

Soon enough, Wildfire led Uncle El right back to the log. He grinned when she expressed her excitement by accidentally dropping the hoof and then diving to seize it in her mouth once more. He was slowly beginning to understand the level of attachment she had with the thing; it was more than just a chew toy, but perhaps an item of comfort.

The next few seconds were nothing short of a blooper reel as Wildfire went tip over tail multiple times. She just couldn't seem to keep her balance, especially once she attempted to climb on top of the log. Elwood's first instinct was to step behind her and use his muzzle to help push her up and over, but he refrained; she was especially determined, and she would never learn how to do it on her own if he assisted her.

"You did it!" he crowed when she finally righted herself, looking every bit the princess that she was as she stood atop the trunk -- for all of 2.5 seconds. She started to wobble, and then she promptly fell and landed on the opposite side, briefly disappearing from Elwood's view. He stifled a chuckle and meandered around the far edge of the log, peering down at her to make sure she hadn't sustained any real injuries -- it was likely that even her ego wasn't that damaged, at this age.