Redhawk Caldera behind those eyes

She waited patiently, holding very still, until the tiny wolf's nose once more touched one of the flower petals. Then Wildfire backed up a few more inches, moving painstakingly slowly, and set the flower on the ground again. They were both fully exposed to the drizzle now, which meant that Elwood Jr's belly would get wet. Would his parents mind? Would he mind? He didn't seem the fussy type at all. In fact, had she ever even heard him make a sound...?

While she waited for him to catch up again, Wildfire slung her own faded belly to the ground. "We'll both get a little wet," she said softly, stretching a foreleg on either side of the flower so that when he arrived, little Elwood would be safely corralled between her arms.