Redhawk Caldera growing black irises in the sunshine

He made a point, to which Wildfire replied, "She's a Warrior too!" The way the child talked about her Aunt Finley, it was clear she very much looked up to her. In fact, out of everyone in the pack, the Beta female was probably the youngster's main role model, above even her own mother and father. She wanted to be as fierce, spunky and downright cool as Finley. "She'd never get eaten by a bear."

Next, Njal mentioned something about passing a message for him. Her heart beat with anxious excitement. It might require interacting with strangers. But it turned out that he only wanted her to say something to Dove. Wildfire's nose wrinkled and she laughed. That was barely a challenge! Nonetheless, she would take it.

Dove was sweeping her tongue over her left forepaw when Wildfire trotted back over to her. She stopped and put it down, giving the child an impatient look. What do you want? "Njal says to tell you you missed a spot!" Wildfire said, causing the white lady's eyes to lift and narrow as she regarded the silvery male over Wildfire's head. She then looked down at herself, as if suddenly doubting the pristine condition of her coat.

When Dove presumably found not a single speck of dirt, she said coldly, "Tell this Njal to stop being a creepy perv." The she-wolf then turned her back, not only on the distant male but her niece as well. This earned a furrowed brow from Wildfire before she spun clumsily on a heel to rejoin Njal further down the shore.

"She said to tell you to stop being a creepy perv. What's a perv?" she asked innocently, taking a seat. She found herself much preferring his company over his aunt's, though Dove didn't let her talk with him long before bossily demanding Wildfire return with her to the pack's center.