Redhawk Caldera with fire and gold in our eyes.

Liffey giggled as her brother fell. She rolled to her belly and army-crawled closer to him, hoping to latch her jaws onto some part of him (she wasn't picky). His comment distracted her from her mission though, and she grinned broadly as he inspired her imagination.

"Ya is so coo'!" she chirrupped in agreement, "If you smashies dem, you get da glow on your paws!" As much as she loved the fireflies, she was quite the fan of smearing their dead bodies on her toes so that she could glow like they did.

The girl was about to look back up at the sky to see what progress they had made towards night time, but Lagan's movements stole her attention. She braced herself as he pounced, but relaxed when instead of attacking, he smushed himself into her. She giggled again and nipped at his side before lifting a paw to shove him playfully away. "'Aggy stop!" she giggled before freezing quite suddenly as a tiny light flashed in the trees.

"'Aggy dey here!" Liffey barked, leaping to her paws and staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed into the darkness. Her tail flailed in a wild happy dance at her haunches as she prepared herself for the hunt, eyes peeled for another flash.