Nocturne Summit should they catch us and dispatch us.

Finley took a few moments to assess the situation and how best to approach Wildfire in order to free her. The youngster huffed, not due to impatience but because breathing was becoming increasingly more difficult. If her aunt didn't get her out soon, she might pass out or even suffocate. Luckily, she wasn't exactly aware of the imminent threat of death; she only knew she was growing increasingly uncomfortable down here.

But it was all over soon, as the Beta pried her loose and dragged her to flat ground. Wildfire sucked in several expansive breaths. "I still am a pup," she teasingly reminded Finley once she caught her wind. Her amber eyes glittered. She understood what Finley meant, of course; at six months old, she was nearly full grown. "What now?" she added in the next breath, still keen to explore if Finley was too.