Redhawk Caldera [m] This is the War Room

When Fox assured her she wasn't in trouble, Wildfire's lips twitched. She bobbed her head, then bit her bottom lip a bit shyly when her mother's tone became praising. The pup didn't know what to expect to pop out of Fox's mouth next—she was still expecting some more questions about the coyote encounter—but then her dam asked Wildfire to tell her what she'd learned about being a Warrior so far.

She didn't answer right away. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully as she tried to recollect all her recent teachings. "I learned how to do offense and defense," Wildfire began slowly, her amber eyes fastened but unfocused on Fox's dainty front paws. "I learned how to make mean faces." Her eyes flicked up and she smiled, thumping her tail briefly. Her mother had taught her that. Her expression grew contemplative again as she continued, "I learned to protect my home 'n' family from 'truders..."

There was probably a lot more she couldn't recall off the top of her head. But that was a good start, right? Out of all those experiences, she considered the confrontation with the coyote the realest experience of all. She had watched Fox and Sebastian dispatch a trespasser days before, yet she had single-handedly stood up to the conniving prairie wolf. She had made sure her father got home safe. Now that some time had passed, Wildfire felt properly proud about that feat.