Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Wildfire was the first to arrive, which wasn't surprising. She was more like Fox every day, and that wild spirit of hers went right along with it. Fox scarcely noticed the cuts and bruises that the children acquired through their daily adventures. Kids were meant to get a little beat up. Fox had certainly done as much when she was a child, and she was glad to see that it hadn't changed for her own children. "Yep, story time!" she replied, giving Wildfire a big, toothy smile.

Raven arrived next, which was a pleasant surprise. Usually, Nightjar was right behind Wildfire (or, on rare occasions, before her). She sat alongside her sister after a brief greeting, and Fox pricked forward an ear. Perhaps Nightjar would show up soon, leaving them some time to hear Wildfire's story. "Why don't you go first, little Dhole? Tell us all about the tree while we see if Nightjar shows up," Fox requested, tail idly flopping back and forth as she listened. It was entirely possible that Jar was out with Njal or his father, working on his wardening and/or warrior skills. "It'll give Raven a second to help you with that cut, too." Rave's interest in healing had not gone unnoticed by Fox, of course.