Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

His eyes narrowed contentedly as she spoke, his large head scanning slowly back and forth like the sweeps of an oscillating fan, watchful and studious. Warbone looked back to Wildfire as she mentioned his surname, and he turned hooded eyes to her, tail thumping quietly as she admitted to a tiredness caused by the willow remedy. He responded faintly— a wordlessly assenting snort more than anything— and waited until she was sound asleep before getting up.

And while he was gone to venture deep in the Hush by the time Wildfire woke, a dead weasel had been left in his place.