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Wildfire squealed and giggled, tickled by her mother's crazy sense of humor and the teeth nibbling at her foot. She used her free paw to bat at her mother's muzzle. Fox released her and the youngster liked to think she had successfully fended off her attacker, even though it was clear her mother just needed her mouth to speak.

What happened? the pup thought but did not ask outright. Instead, she thought hard about what Fox might be referencing. Ohhh. Strangely, she was perhaps among the least affected by Junior's attack. It had all happened too fast to really impact her, beyond the physical marks. She hadn't witnessed her half-sister's execution either, so that probably helped when it came to avoiding trauma.

"Yeah," the child said simply when Fox called her attention back to the subject at hand: Warriors. "How do I be a Warrior?" Wildfire wanted to know. Since the pack briefing, she had been filled in a bit more on the new military approach but there was still a lot to learn about actually becoming a fighter, especially considering she was essentially the wolfish equivalent of a Quaker.