Redhawk Caldera Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

The pack's mood had shifted so many times in the past weeks that it gave Wildfire a bit of whiplash. There had been a recent upswing with the news of Finley's pregnancy (a topic which fascinated the young Naturalist). Before anyone had a chance to properly process the good news, bad—horrible, really—tidings followed. Tiger was dead, the cause of death unknown.

Wildfire grappled with her understanding of death, particularly its permanence. She already missed the medic's frequent visits and even the awful-tasting plants Tiger always brought. She caught herself looking forward to seeing Tiger, only to remember that she was gone, forever. There was a near-constant ache in her chest. She posed a lot of questions to her bereaved parents, the most bittersweet of which was probably, Can Tiger be reborn as one of Finley's babies? The answer was no, much to her disappointment.

She tried to keep busy with her ongoing Warrior training. But today she was having trouble focusing. Eventually, Wildfire decided to give herself a break. She still hadn't seen much of @Finley, so she went looking for her aunt around the outskirts of the rendezvous site. Even as she searched, it suddenly occurred to her that Tiger was Aunt Finley's sister. The thought of losing Raven horrified Wildfire, so she could only imagine how Finley must feel. She wanted to give her godmother a big, big hug.