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

Dhole seemed to like her newfound toy, and wasn't perturbed in the slightest by her actions causing her plaything to turn into food. Fox, of course, thought this completely natural. Wolves were predatory creatures, built to kill and eat. Anything less would have worried her, even though she was leery of killing and eating foxes (for obvious reasons). It was a good thing dholes didn't live around here, or little Wifi might have had to cross that off her own list. Lucky for her, she was safe from such name-inducing worry.

"Come on," Fox encouraged, shuffling Wildfire back toward the den. "Let's go show Pops what you've got!" The new mother had no doubt that her beau would be pleased to see the latest and greats in his daughter's development. It would be a good story to tell years from now, too, when Dhole would probably only remember this as a mere whisper.