Redhawk Caldera behind those eyes

She waited to see if he would fuss but he didn't. In fact, he grew still and didn't move or make any sound at all. For a split second, Wildfire worried that exposing him to the outdoors had suddenly struck him dead. Heart jumping into her throat, she reached out and touched his soft, fuzzy side. She could feel his shallow breaths. Wildfire sighed in relief, then decided she had better put him back inside.

She wasn't large (never would be) but she was able to clasp him around the middle, lift him slightly and trundle back into the den. In the process, Wildfire accidentally trampled the flower. When she set the baby down inside and glanced backward, she frowned. She then faced forward again and sat beside the pup, giving him a little poke to make sure he was okay after their very short field trip.