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Tiger mentioned that Finley was most likely somewhere with Uncle Elwood, so there was only one natural question for the youngster. "Where's Uncle El?" Wildfire wanted to know. There was no facetiousness in her voice. She genuinely thought Tiger's reply might contain more information about her godparents' whereabouts.

But whether or not that was true, the child would never know. She sprawled there in her little space beside her caretaker, amber eyes closing as she tumbled immediately into sleep. Her breathing was a bit more labored than a normal pup's, though she slept peacefully enough, nary a movement disturbing her rest.