Redhawk Caldera Suicide

They began to walk, Wildfire hanging back ever so slightly so that her shoulder aligned with Elwood's hip. Her hindquarters were really throbbing now and it made her limp slightly, though she did her best to walk as normally as possible. She didn't know what she would say, what she would do, if her uncle noticed and asked her about it. She might bolt, to tell the truth, to avoid explaining the grisly details to him.

When Elwood asked about a healer, Wildfire immediately thought, No way. She realized she didn't just want to avoid telling her godfather about it, she didn't want anybody to find out what had happened to her. Her insides squeezed uncomfortably. But then she remembered that she was only supposed to have been the victim of an everyday attack, so of course she would gladly seek the help of a healer when she got home (not).

"Yes, Floki's mom is a really knowledgeable medic," she answered quietly. Wildfire liked, respected and trusted her mother-in-law but it didn't matter. She was suddenly determined that nobody could find out about this. "I'll go—hey, what about my mom?" Wildfire suddenly found herself asking, grabbing at the distraction with greedy fingers. "Has she given birth...?" she clarified.