Redhawk Caldera Round up the usual suspects

Wildfire heard a fly buzzing around her head and stopped, waiting for it to fly in front of her face so she could snap at it. But it never appeared. Two seconds later, she felt a stinging sensation on her neck as the insect bit one of her fresh scabs. The puppy yipped quietly and flinched. The fly zoomed away and she glared after it before trying to turn and lick her neck. Of course, she couldn't reach it.

Because of the way she was twisted, she spotted her mother in the distance and began to trot toward Fox. "Mama! A fly stinged me!" the youngster said indignantly, unaware that it had bitten her rather than stung her. She pouted for a moment before abruptly remembering out loud, "I was lookin' for Aunt Flea! I can't find her." This was said more quietly.

The only time she'd seen the Beta female had been at the brief impromptu pack meeting. The two of them hadn't interacted at all, though. Wildfire's brow furrowed and she pulled her lips tight to her teeth in a strange look of consternation. Then another thought crossed her mind that she recalled aloud, "Is Aunt Flea a Worrier?" And by that, of course, she meant Warrior.