Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Although Wildfire would normally happily submit to Raven's medical ministrations, she shook her head lightly at her sister's question. "Nah, it's just a teeny scratch," she assured both her mother and sibling with a light shake of her head. She didn't want to delay story time over a mere flesh wound!

Fox invited her to share the tale of the evil tree while they waited for Nightjar to hurry up and get his furry butt to the rendezvous site. "Oh, um." She didn't actually have a story and, despite her dam's talent for chronicling, the youngster was not so imaginative that she could pop out a story on the spot like this. "I just rammed into it 'cause I'm taller than I thought... but not as tall as Rave or NJ!" she finished even as the boy galloped into view and flopped down nearby.

Wildfire tiptoed to stand over him. "You missed my story about the evil tree. Look what it did to me," she told him, thrusting out her scraped cheek. She then flopped down onto her hip beside him, her amber eyes resting on Fox's face as she gave every indication that she was ready to listen to her mother's stories now.