Redhawk Caldera Suicide

Of course he would want more details. Wildfire cringed, still glancing out at the woods, quite likely answering Elwood's unspoken question about the location of the attack. Painstakingly, she dragged her eyes away from the trees and back in her godfather's direction, though they stared fixedly at his paws and no higher. Wildfire knew he must sense there was something more to this attack, yet still she couldn't even imagine explaining the reality to him. Her stomach curdled.

"Goober," she spat quietly. "His name was Goober. He—he seemed perfectly friendly at first, then he..." Her voice shook. She paused to take a steadying breath. "He turned on me. I didn't see it coming at all." Well, she had sort of seen it coming. She should have ran as soon as she had sensed something was off about him. But she hadn't, and here she was, filthy and humiliated and quivering on front of her uncle.

"Uncle El, I have to go," Wildfire said abruptly. "I have to go home." She just wanted to get back to the familiarity and safety of Moonspear, back into Floki's arms... although that thought made her wince softly. "I'm sorry for trespassing. Please—maybe don't mention it to mom and dad," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She wanted to come back here, under different circumstances. She wanted to visit with the puppies, once they were old enough. This day had already been horrible enough without the thought of getting herself permanently banned from the caldera for her thoughtless actions. Nervously, Wildfire's teeth sank into her bottom lip until she tasted blood.