Redhawk Caldera Nobody puts baby in a corner

No worries. I'll conclude. :)

With the game won, Wildfire paid no further attention to Tiger. Actually, she began looking around for a puddle. Between the race earlier and the game just now, she was suddenly desperately thirsty. When she couldn't find anything to drink, she looked imploringly at her father with a cry of, "Firsty, duh-dee!"

"Okay, let's go find you something to drink," the doting father replied, shooting a look at Tiger. "Thanks for playing. We'll catch you for round two another time." He waved his tail at her, then looked back to Wildfire and said, "Come on, caboose. Last one there is a rotten moose turd!" He then began to trot.

"Choo choo choooooo!" was Wildfire's only reply before she scampered after him, her dry tongue lolling from her maw as they disappeared in the direction of some water.