Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Wildfire was not consciously aware of her own growth. At least, she hadn't been until today, when she had walked right into a low-hanging tree branch that she'd thought was too high to be of concern. It had scraped right beneath her right eye, leaving the flesh stinging and bleeding lightly. Before she could consider summoning Raven to have a look at it, Fox's howl rose up into the evening air. Shooting the offending tree a baleful look—how dare nature betray her, the Naturalist—Wildfire turned and began to trot to heed the Alpha female's call.

"Hi, mama," the middle child greeted when she trotted up to Fox. She bumped her dam beneath her chin, offering a submissive nibble. Her black tail hung low, wiggling. "Why'd you call us? Story time?" she guessed, folding herself into a seated position with her paws primly tucked in front of her. "I have a story about a tree that attacked me!" she quipped, indicating her scrape by squinting her eye and poking her tongue toward it.