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

*concludes* ♥

The youngster's eyes widened at Finley's words. She supposed that made sense; if the food was literally falling on their faces, of course they would eat some of it. Suddenly, Wildfire recollected that day when her aunts had slain the coyote and laid bare its innards. Where on earth did the pups fit with all that blood, meat and bone in there? The young Naturalist shuddered, then decided not to think about that any longer. She might lose her appetite.

"Let's get some chow!" Wildfire said, having picked up that word from her Aunt Dove recently. She flashed her godmother a grin, then bounded ahead, leading her beloved Aunt Finley in the direction of a stockpile.