Redhawk Caldera Once upon a time

As soon as Elwood indicated that it was time to go back, Wildfire shook her head. "Nooo," she drawled in a complaining tone. She didn't have the energy to put up more of a fight, though. In fact, she accepted defeat within three seconds. "O-K." She enunciated each letter separately and clearly, then was overtaken by yet another yawn. Her uncle's promise caused her to smile blearily at him.

Slowly, the puppy rose back onto her feet and followed as Elwood turned to begin the trek home. Her paw hit something and her golden eyes dropped. It was a small, jagged piece of stone (in fact, a shard of quartzite). If Wildfire had known anything about marine life, she might have compared it to a shark's tooth. But it was a pale lavender color, with paler speckles throughout. It was pretty, so she grabbed it with her teeth. Fortunately, she was able to use her tongue to maneuver it toward the back of her mouth, so she picked up the hoof as well, carrying both.

Meanwhile, her godfather had gotten a bit ahead of her. "Ate!" Wildfire cried out, her voice muffled by the two objects in her mouth. She scrambled to catch up with the Beta male, trotting close at his heels as they returned to the den. Upon arriving, she would deposit both her old toy and new find in her stockpile, the latter likely taking her escort by surprise. Then she would nap, hard.