Redhawk Caldera Bringin' home a baby bumblebee

Wildfire was keeping quite busy on this crisp April morning. She felt the weight of her parents' and siblings' curious gazes as she painstakingly collected each stick, stone and other items in her hoard near the clearing's center and relocated them into the badger den at the far side of the rendezvous site. (The pup didn't even stop to question how the collection had made its way here from the whelping den. Thanks, mom and dad.) It was a redundant task yet the little Naturalist-in-training sported a broad smile the entire time, despite the various objects in her mouth.

Elwood arrived near the completion of this task, with the pile having dwindled to a final few items. Wildfire was striding back to the clearing's center to take inventory of her stockpile and choose which thing to move next when she heard her uncle's bark. She hastened her step, exploding into view and galloping on ungainly paws toward the Beta male. And, as it turned out, she was racing Nightjar there.

Nightjar beat her, though that didn't bother her in the least. "Uncle El!" she cried excitedly upon reaching him. She jumped up to nip his chin, then pranced at his anterior, golden eyes dancing. She favored her brother with a quick sideways glance and a wave of her black tail before refocusing on their godfather and breathlessly telling him, "Guess'ut! I finded a dadgerben! Duddy tol' me!"