Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Tiger's voice drew her out of her thoughts. The mention of magic made her amber eyes glitter. Was that what was in those plants? Magic? Before Wildfire's mind could wander far down that path, she suddenly inferred that this would not be the last time Tiger asked her to eat these greens. Magic or not, she didn't look forward to repeating the dose. She couldn't speak, so she stuck out her tongue to demonstrate exactly how she felt about that. But then she smiled to make sure Tiger knew she was only joking (mostly).

The adult rolled in the grass with her and the puppy pushed herself to her feet, then flopped back down against Tiger's stomach. "Where's Aunt Flea?" she wondered in a sleepy voice right before a yawn split her jaws wide. She blinked, each eye opening and closing at slightly different paces and causing her to look a little dopey.