Moonspear Take me home

She wasn't close enough. Wildfire dropped to her belly, worming gently closer to her aunt, snuggling close in the hopes that the proximity and warmth would comfort Finley. She didn't seem to be properly conscious and Wildfire had a wild thought: had her aunt had a stroke? Whatever had happened, she wouldn't be able to explain just now. Speaking at all seemed to be a struggle and Finley could only eke out a single letter: "J."

"Shh," Wildfire murmured, nuzzling against her dear aunt. "Everything's going to be okay, Aunt Flea."