Redhawk Caldera E.T. phone home

Last night, @Fox had told them stories. Tonight, Wildfire couldn't sit still long enough for something like that. She ran laps around the darkening clearing, her tongue lolling from her maw. She gave chase to any family member that strayed near her, sometimes running so fast that her ears slicked to her head and her tail wrapped between her legs. It was exhilarating having this much room to run, and she needed it to burn off all this energy.

Finally, her breath failed her sometime after the sun had sunken into its cradle and the moon had begun to climb into the sky. It was waxing, a little less than halfway to go before a full moon. As Wildfire flopped down, panting, and rolled onto her side, the sight of it captivated her. Not only could she see the moon itself, a fat white sliver in the purple sky, but from here she could see its reflection in Lake Rodney's glassy black surface. Licking her saliva-slathered chops, Wildfire admired the view as she took deep breaths of the cooling air.