Redhawk Caldera five, six, seven, eight!

Sorry to skip + PP in one go but I wanted to git 'er done. :)

Before Wildfire could fall too far back, Nightjar suddenly switched directions, aiming right toward her. Her mouth opened in a playful scream as she attempted to do a whirl of her own. In her excitement and haste, her little red legs tangled together and she dipped forward, face-planting with her butt stuck up in the air. She grunted, then shoved herself back onto all fours even as both of her siblings came hurtling right at her. Wildfire didn't even have time to scream.

Although it was a little uncomfortable being at the bottom of the dog pile, Wildfire took it all in stride. Grunting and squirming, she managed to squeak her way out from beneath her brother and sister. Rather than make another break for it, she spun and leaped on top of them both. Her amber eyes then lifted to Aunt Finley standing nearby and she crowed, "Flea! He'p!" in the hopes that her godmother would help her properly squash Nightjar and Raven.

It seemed their magical Vistown destination was entirely forgotten as the litter's collective attention shifted to a never-ending game of king of the hill, with each of the three puppies taking turns as the king and the hill, respectively... at least until one of them realized Aunt Finley would make the best hill of all and the trio tackled her in tandem.