Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

She could understand far more than she could articulate, plucking a lot of meaning out of tones alone. When Uncle Elwood asked if she was okay, Wildfire bobbed her head. She began to shake it rapidly when he asked her if she wanted to go home, however. She stood, hopping several feet away, head still shaking side to side. "No!" Wildfire said loudly, forgetting the hoof and spitting it unceremoniously onto her own forepaws. She just as quickly gathered it again.

She commnicated—or tried to, at least—with her golden eyes. They widened, begging her godfather to take her on just one more little adventure today. He had shown her the log but she was done with that now. Was there anything else to see? The puppy pivoted, looking around herself. Actually, there was so much to see that she had difficult processing everything. Her eyes returned to Elwood's face, silently requesting guidance.