Redhawk Caldera Round up the usual suspects

Fox reassured her overzealous Warrior worrier that she wouldn't need to rough up her brother and sister, not really. That little black tail waved back and forth and Wildfire bobbed her head, relieved. She was certainly up to that task, so long as she didn't do any actual harm. The thought was simply unbearable for the affable youth, Warrior trainee or not.

Next, Fox wanted Wildfire to show her mother her meanest face. After only a brief pause, she began to scowl, which felt weird and goofy. But then she tried to think of something or someone unpleasant. She wound up picturing the evil fly that had stung her neck. The child's brow furrowed, her eyes lit up like lightning in a bottle and, at the last moment, she remembered to bare her teeth.

Still holding this expression, Wildfire's eyes went from fearsome to inquisitive as she looked to the Alpha female. She couldn't see herself so she had no idea if she looked like a Warrior... or a tool.