Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

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Tiger gave her a quick spit bath, then encouraged Wildfire to finish the herbal regimen. She looked dubiously at the remaining plant, then sucked in a deep breath and went for it. She didn't know what coppery meant, though the flavor of this particular plant reminded her of meat somehow. Combined with the other flavors lingering on her palate, it all tasted like...

"Bloody honey farts," the child murmured after swallowing. She winced, then gave her head a shake. She was glad it was over, as none of that had tasted pleasant except for the light dollops of honey. Wildfire stuck out her tongue again, scraping it against her teeth and spitting out the excess. Her stomach rolled a little but she didn't vomit, thank goodness. That would have been extraordinarily painful.

Throat aching and stomach queasy, Wildfire rolled abruptly onto her side, amber eyes rolling up to Tiger's face. She smiled weakly. She liked the woman and appreciated her care. But as she gazed up at Tiger, she suddenly found herself missing her Aunt Finley. She hadn't seen the Beta since that day when she and Magpie had slain the rangy coyote (she didn't realize Finley had been involved in the incident).