Redhawk Caldera Long live the king

"Now go away until we call for you."

After their voices faded into the distance behind her, Wildfire sought out a patch of shade beneath a bent sugar maple and slumped onto her belly. Her father's parting words had indicated he would summon her again—possibly for some Warrior practice—when he and her mother finished discussing among themselves. While she waited for the call to come, she absently licked her paws and pondered this whole heir thing. She was still envious that her parents had chosen her brother, though she couldn't argue that he was the best candidate for the job.

An hour passed and still no one howled for her. Sitting upright, Wildfire's ears fell back as she deliberated. She then hopped onto all fours, calling, "Mom? Dad?" alternately as she traipsed through the rendezvous site. They were nowhere to be found. Confused but unwilling to go looking for them (what if they had sneaked away to share an even more private moment?), the young she-wolf sighed, shrugged and went looking for her brother. She wanted to tell him what she'd overheard but she knew to keep her lips sealed until and unless her parents brought it up first.