Redhawk Caldera In my mind

When the boy shrunk back and released Elwood's paw, the adult almost felt bad. It was evident in Peter's expression that he was sorry. "It's okay," Elwood said, giving the boy a smile. "All better." While the group of firebirds as a whole were rambunctious, they weren't all quite as reckless as Ferret seemed to be. Peter appeared to have a decent grasp on cause and effect -- if I bite my uncle's toe, he yelps -- and right versus wrong -- I'm sorry that I bit him!

But the moment was fleeting, as they always were for such young pups, and soon Peter was ready to play once more. His miniature growl was met with a rumble from Elwood as the bigger wolf lowered himself to his belly, then he scooted backwards and away from Peter, enticing the youth to follow him.