Redhawk Caldera Don't tell me I'm fine

Like always, Wildfire stood up after her unceremonious tumble and brushed herself off. Raven arrived at her side and while she looked concerned, she also looked like she was holding back a laugh. "Go ahead," her smaller sister drawled, "I know I'm the biggest klutz on the—" It was only then that she realized Nightjar was speaking to them, using snarls, growls and body language to convey a message.

Wildfire lapsed into silence, her lips pressing together as she read him. There was some sort of danger lurking nearby. He might have been larger and nimbler on his feet, yet she was also a Warrior apprentice. If there was some sort of threat, she would help him face it. She displayed her intent with a quiet snort and a few flicks of her black tail, letting him know she intended to accompany him. Wildfire then took a few steps toward Nightjar, only to stop.

Raven was not a Warrior or Warden yet, so Wildfire was with her brother on this one: she should stay behind and let them deal with it. To complement Nightjar's silent message, she paused and looked over her shoulder. Although the smallest of the litter, she was actually the highest-ranked of the three. It was not a card she pulled often, almost ever, yet she did so now. She lifted her tail and motioned for the young medic to go back toward the inner caldera.

Only after the black youngster retreated did Wildfire face forward again, prowling toward Nightjar. She intuited that he might resent her for insisting on coming with him, yet she held her head high. This wasn't done to convey dominance—truthfully, she would likely defer to him if Nightjar ever sincerely deigned to prove his superiority—but a reminder that she was a capable, titled Warrior too and that she was small but mighty. Besides, they were wolves, pack animals, and two heads full of teeth were always better than one.