Redhawk Caldera Bringin' home a baby bumblebee

Elwood seemed interested in both the subject of the badger's untimely demise, as well as the variety of trinkets stored inside its former home. He asked what her collection contained. Rather than answer him right away, Wildfire glanced at Nightjar—who appeared equally as curious as their godfather—and then back to Elwood's face. She then stepped inside, sticking close to the wall so she wouldn't obscure their view of her pile of treasure.

"Lots'a stuffs," she said. Rather than provide an itemized list of her inventory—especially since she didn't know the names for half the stuff in her little hoard—she stretched out a foreleg and pointed her little red toes at some of the nearest items. She wondered if he remembered the old hoof (now practically destroyed beyond recognition) or the shard of quartzite they had found on their day of grand exploration.

"Looks like a toof," Wildfire observed aloud, one corner of her mouth turning up in a smile as her golden eyes studied his face to see if he would recognize the speckled lavender stone.