Redhawk Caldera kick 'em in the nuts

Luckily for Fox, Wildfire was plopped right at the center of the clearing, staring off into space. She knew she should be doing other things, like tending her garden or playing with her brother and sister or visiting baby Elwood. There were a thousand things on her to-do list, really, but she couldn't keep her mind off him. Ever since meeting Ashton the other day, the child was absolutely and irrevocably smitten. She was still young—heck, this was her first real crush—so she didn't know all the nuances of love and romance, by any means. But she knew that she couldn't stop thinking about Ashton all day, every day.

Her mother's approach caused her to snap out of it for a second. She looked over at Fox, her amber eyes still glistening with tenderness for the golden hippie. Catching herself, she blinked, rearranged her face into a pleasant smile and thumped her dark tail against the ground. Wildfire then pushed herself into a sitting position, stretching out her neck to bump her smudged snout beneath the Alpha female's chin in a gesture of affectionate respect.

"Hey, mom, what're you up to?" she asked, a certain vagueness in her voice as Ashton's green-eyed mug floated in her mind's eye.