Redhawk Caldera May the force be with you

As the encouraging words left Elwood's mouth, Wildfire started to lose her footing. Elwood clapped a paw over his mouth, watching her tumble. He wanted to run to her and see if she was alright, but he was frozen on the spot. Perhaps it was instinct telling him that she had to learn to pick herself up -- and that was just what she did. There was a thin rivulet of blood streaming down her chin, but she seemed to be okay, even proclaiming herself to be a klutz once she sat up.

"You're bleeding a little bit," he confirmed, padding towards her. On closer examination, he could see that she had simply bit her tongue; even with his limited medical skills, he knew that would heal itself shortly. She then reassured him that she wasn't in any pain, and suddenly her expression brightened.

"I'm ready to be a worrier!" she announced, and he grinned broadly in return. "A warrior, eh?" he said; her mispronunciation wasn't far off the mark, but it was still humorous. "Want me to teach you some moves?" he asked, ducking in front of her in a play bow with his tail curving over his spine.