Redhawk Caldera Hello, gorgeous

Over the coming days, lack of interaction would cause her crush to simmer anyway but Nightjar's (and Peregrine's) opinion of Ashton would also help extinguish it. In the meantime, she was happy to focus on something else entirely. Her brother was game for hunting (pun intended) and declared himself merely okay. Naturally, Wildfire wanted to reassure him that he was much more than merely okay (they had executed that coyote together not long ago, for instance) but before she could, he proposed a bit of a challenge.

"A mud bath? That's not bad at all," Wildfire playfully taunted in reply. "How about a poop bath instead? I'm sure we can find a moose pie around here somewhere." She wiggled her eyebrows at him, then swatted playfully at Nightjar before breaking into a lope. Momentarily forgetting that she was more likely to lose this bet, she pressed her nose to the loam to begin discerning viable scent trails.