Redhawk Caldera All hands on deck

Her uncle only had good things to say, of course, but he rounded it out with a joke about Peregrine. Her father's (and her godfather's, for that matter) approval didn't matter on a purely practical level, yet it meant something to her that he had seemingly given Floki a pass. She felt a little flicker in her gut as she wondered if, perhaps one day, her younger siblings might get to have a play date with her own children. How strange would that be? But not entirely implausible, either.

She had delivered her gift and received the good news she'd hoped for in exchange, so now... "I should probably head back. But it was good seeing you and catching up, Uncle El. Please tell everyone I said 'hello.' And make sure only mom gets this," Wildfire finished lightheartedly, sweeping a paw over the large groundhog carcass. They were no longer part of the same pack, yet they would always be family, and it heartened her, knowing she had contributed to the pups' livelihood in this small way.

"Take care!" were her last, emphatic words before she nibbled at her godfather's chin and turned to begin trekking back toward Bramblepoint. She hoped she came across another small animal to kill on her way back. Technically, she had just cost her pack a groundhog's worth of meat, though she didn't regret it; the chance to act as an emissary and strengthen the intra-pack bonds was worth the price.