Redhawk Caldera Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates

I've been on an unwitting one the past few days. House hunting is distracting.

Before the frog could slip away from the young wolf, her mother quickly stepped in and shepherded it back toward her. Wildfire cackled, excitedly thrusting out a paw to knock the frog upside the head. She didn't mean to harm it, at least intentionally, but when the critter went flipping over onto its back from the force of her playful strike, the cub felt something surge through her. She couldn't know that it was her predatory instincts coming alive, driven by blood lust.

With a loud battle cry, the puppy sprang on top of the upside-down frog, smashing it between her red forepaws. She felt its slippery little body give beneath her weight. Wildfire paused, then slowly moved her feet away. The frog was flat, its guts spilled on the ground. She bent down to sniff at them. They smelled tempting, yet sort of strange too. Her golden eyes lifted to find Fox's face, wondering if she'd done a good job and what she should do next.