Redhawk Caldera Carpe diem

Wildfire might have been small, but she could cut a fierce figure. She grimaced at her uncle, showing her teeth and puffing up her dark tail. She wasted no time in reminding Elwood that she was a warrior and that she was fully capable of beating him up -- and he didn't have a chance to argue. Although the lithe Redhawk was young, she had put a lot of practice in to each of her trades. Elwood didn't consider himself an exceptional fighter by any means, although his size alone gave him an advantage over Wifi.

He accepted her punches with little protest, however, as she batted his muzzle with her paws. In fact, he played into her actions by turning his head left and right, corresponding with her blows. He suddenly gave a yip, reaching up to clap a forepaw over his mouth. "My toof!" he yelped, as though she had actually knocked one of his canines loose. "It's gone!" And he proceeded to turn over and pretend to search the grass. Perhaps Wildfire was a little too mature for such silly antics, but Elwood's life had been consumed with Eljay lately -- it was hard to adjust his perspective at times.