Redhawk Caldera My precious

Wildfire was no Healer, yet when the news of @Sebastian's injuries broke, the youngster couldn't resist trying to track down her friend and see how he was doing. She plucked up a bunch of wildflowers en route, mostly to cheer up her wounded friend, though perhaps they could use some of them medicinally too. Suddenly, she wished she had thought to ask Raven to accompany her. But Wildfire hadn't seen much of her sister the past few days. Probably she was taking the latest streak of bad news badly. The child thought fleetingly of Aunt Dove and frowned around the spray of stems in her mouth.

But she had never felt particularly endeared to the pale, supercilious woman. Focusing her thoughts on Sebastian instead (if a built guiltily), Wildfire trotted through the pack's territory, following her Aunt Magpie's scent. She was said to be helping him heal. When she thought she smelled the gray Delta (and all his bloody cuts and scrapes), Wildfire slowed, gently set the flowers at her feet and called, "Seb...?"