Redhawk Caldera know your roots

Wildfire wasn't as easily distracted as her brother, though when a passing bumblebee bumped into her, she flinched and then wriggled her nose at it. She didn't trust bees much. Her amber eyes narrowed, tracking its movements, even as her large ears tilted toward her mother's voice. Only when the bee drifted away and Fox mentioned her by name did the pup's gaze return to her mother's face. Her tongue lolled out in a grin, pleased that she had featured a role in her mother's tale.

Like her brother, Wildfire was curious about her surname. She also wondered what a nightjar and dhole were, since she had never seen either (to her knowledge). But before she could ask, her brother asked for her. She nodded as if to corroborate his inquiry, then licked her lips. She cocked her head for Fox's explanation when another, related question popped into her head.

"And how come we have middle names too? Dud said I'm called Attica after his brother." She knew that part, though not why she and Raven had middle name and their brother didn't. "What is Rave's middle name again?" she added, glancing at her sister a bit sheepishly.