Redhawk Caldera Shadow me.

When he said that he wasn't actually looking for Fox and Peregrine, Wildfire's golden eyes shifted to the side, unsure of what to say next. Luckily, Sebastian elaborated. He said he had come here for her (and her siblings), which made the cub chew on her bottom lip. He openly invited her to play and her eyes shifted again. She loved to play and it was a tempting offer but Wildfire was the picture of uncertainty.

"No," she answered with the bald honesty of youth. She didn't think he was a stranger, per se, but she didn't know him either. Wildfire wasn't comfortable with the idea of playing with him. Maybe Nightjar or Raven wouldn't have shared her reservations (hell, she knew her brother would have jumped at the opportunity for a wrestling match) but they weren't here. Nobody was here except her and this guy.

The youth swallowed and sat, looking awkwardly in Sebastian's direction. For a long moment, she was silent. Then she said, "I's hung-er-y," enunciating each syllable to properly emphasize the level of her hunger. There was a slight whine in Wildfire's voice as her eyes shifted yet again. Then her stomach burbled, as if to punctuate her point.