Redhawk Caldera May the force be with you

Her legs pumped faster and faster, each lap swifter than the one preceding it. Miraculously, the usually clumsy pup didn't lose her footing or trip. She felt like she was flying. Wildfire was pretty sure she could run like this forever, though the sound of someone shouting caused her head to snap sideways and, just like that, she lost her rhythm and went down hard. Her chin smashed into the ground, sending pain shooting down her already injured neck, and she bit her tongue.

Despite the rough tumble, Wildfire rolled over and sat up, brushing herself off without batting an eyelash. Mindless of the blood dribbling down her chin, her amber eyes lifted to see that it was her Uncle Elwood who had called out to her. She smiled, her teeth stained pink, and thumped her black tail. For a moment, she didn't rise, letting herself catch her breath first before she hoisted herself back onto all fours.

"I'm a klutz," she informed her uncle, her mother having recently introduced her to the term. She chuckled, then finally felt the moisture on her bristly chin. "'M I bleedin'?" she wondered aloud, swiping a paw beneath her mouth and then looking at the bright red smear on her paw. "Doesn't hurt," Wildfire said wonderingly, licking her chops rather theatrically for a moment before suddenly remembering why she'd summoned Elwood and declaring, "I'm ready to be a Worrier!"