Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Tiger and Sebastian had both been familiar to Wildfire before the incident, though their treatment and care of her during and after it had finally put them firmly in the pup's good books. When Finley's sister appeared, Wildfire smiled and thumped her tail. She pressed her nose against her mother's rib, then stood and padded closer to Tiger. Her black tail wiggled and she kept her head lowered out of deference to her superior. This gave her a good view of the bundle of herbs.

Wildfire's tail stilled at the question. She bobbed her head slowly. She then seated herself and looked up at the adult's face briefly before dropping her amber gaze to the plants by her pale paws. What are those? her expression seemed to ask the question her voice box could not.