Redhawk Caldera The jig is up, the news is out

If Wildfire had been wearing pants, she might have wet them. She was so eager to go find her aunt, she was trembling slightly. Her attention span had dropped by half. Only when Roz made an offhand comment about food did the youth even look at her again. She blinked as if perplexed by the mundane request, then forced a smile onto her face. Of course the pack could spare a hunk of meat for her effort. If Roz wanted a whole leg of bison, Wildfire would have dragged one out for her, if not for the fact that she was about to burst at the seams.

"Sure, I'll grab something real quick," she said a bit distractedly, then shot a glance at her uncle. "If that's okay with you?" Her parents probably would have minded, yet Wildfire wouldn't begrudge Roz a bite. Still, Elwood was her superior and a Gamekeeper to boot, so she would defer to his judgment call on the matter.