Redhawk Caldera California sun

Wildfire nodded silently when her father mentioned Papa Pan, her lips curling into a fond smile when he pointed out that they'd named Peter in his honor. That was a touching tribute, though she wished the sweet while male hadn't just vanished into the ether. Same with her sister. Why did some wolves just leave without a word, without a trace, some of them never to be heard from again?

Peregrine offered to call for Fox, her godparents or her cousin. "I'd love to see any or all of them. I'm guessing mom's sort of tied up, though? And the others would have heard me howl," Wildfire pointed out with a smile. "If they come, they come, and if they don't, they don't." She shrugged to show she understood that not everyone could drop everything to visit with her, Fox especially. "I'm sure you'll tell them I said hello and whatnot."

She pictured her mother curled around four tiny puppies, only she realized she had no idea what any of them looked like. "Tell me more about them," she requested. "What do they look like? I want to make sure my mental pictures are as accurate as possible."