Redhawk Caldera growing black irises in the sunshine

Although her large ears flattened briefly, Njal did not seem as put out as he originally appeared and quickly agreed to do some training. Wildfire smiled, tail wagging. He pointed out that they shouldn't go far from Dove, which caused her to shoot another glance in her aunt's direction. She was now sitting beside the water, preening herself just like a bird might. The pup resisted the urge to roll her eyes before facing Njal again.

"Okay," she agreed, then considered his question. "Mama says Outriders are, um... antbassdoors?" Had she said that correctly? It didn't sound right. She paused to let Njal correct her if that was the case, then continued, "They travel a lot and sometimes pass messages. My Aunt Flea's one and she likes to explore and chase bears!" Wildfire shared. Now that sort of scared her, though she nonetheless hoped one day to join her godmother on such a crazy venture.