Nocturne Summit should they catch us and dispatch us.

Another, perhaps more responsible adult might have agreed with the pup's assessment and ushered her home before nightfall. But this was Finley Blackthorn, so of course she proposed they continue exploring. Wildfire blinked, giving her aunt's face a quick, questioning look as if to ask, Really? She was serious! Her red cheeks turned up in a smile as her godmother proposed they descend on a pathway along an eastern ridge. Wildfire bobbed her head, enthused at the notion of extending their little expedition.

"Should I walk in front or behind?" she questioned out loud, talking to herself as much as to Finley. Whatever order they had used upon ascending did not matter, as descending was an entirely different beast. "Can I walk behind you, Aunt Flea? And maybe hold onto your tail?" She knew herself. Wildfire was bound to trip and fall—maybe even to her death—unless she had someone steady like Finley to hold onto.