Redhawk Caldera [m] This is the War Room

Wildfire rattled off what she had learned (or what she could come up with on the spot), and her mother radiated with pride. Her eldest daughter was certainly one of the most motivated wolves she'd ever met, and that was not something she was about to take for granted. Not to say that Nightjar and Raven were bad children, they just had different qualities about them. NJ was a bit, well, dumber, like his mother. Raven seemed more shy and easily frightened by the world. They all had plenty of time to grow and change, and they would continue to morph and grow into awesome adults.

"Very good," Fox replied, her praise with an added hint of finality to it. "You've done so well, my little Dhole, that it's time for you to become the very first warrior apprentice of Redhawk Caldera. Do you think you can do that?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and attempting to gauge Wifi's reaction. Hopefully, it would spur Raven into action, too. NJ was already making good progress, but Raven had become withdrawn since she'd witnessed her half-sister's death. Fox intended to have a heart-to-heart with her sooner rather than later.