Redhawk Caldera I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti

Humid, she repeated in her head, her lips moving. Uncle Elwood reached out to ruffle the fur on her head, which hurt a little from when she had bumped it earlier. Wildfire didn't complain, though. She was too busy frowning about the air's mugginess. She really didn't like it, which was probably ironic because she loved playing in water.

Speaking of which, she suddenly sat upright and scooted forward, sticking her head out of the den a few inches. "Can we go dance in the rain, Uncle El?!" she asked, her voice rising with excitement. Her yellow eyes darted to his face. "And stomp in puddles?! Pretty please?!"