Redhawk Caldera unrequited sass

The news about Raven surprised Wildfire, a silver lining if there ever was one. It actually sounded like she was key to the pups' survival. "Oh... wow..." the Bandrona said a little lamely even as Finley explained that they did intend to respect the former monarchs' naming conventions. Wildfire bobbed her head and managed a very brief, thin and watery smile which had a lot less to do with the pups than with the knowledge that Raven was back here and helping. It was truly serendipitous.

"Is Rave with them now?" Wildfire guessed. She had no idea what she planned to do next but suddenly she knew she couldn't leave the area until she had a chance to catch up with her. "Can you tell her I'll be nearby...? I'd like to see her. But..." She couldn't guess whether or not Finley was open to the notion of permitting her into the pack territory. It was a moot point anyway, as the Bandrona refused to set foot on the caldera's soil. It wouldn't feel right for one thing and, honestly, she couldn't stomach the idea of seeing the pups right now for a few reasons.

"I think I'm gonna stay in Bramblepoint for a few days," she decided aloud, finally pushing herself upright again. She felt strangely heavy, as if the yoke of her parents' death was literally weighing down on her shoulders. "Take a few days to process..." Wildfire said quietly, rolling her weary shoulders and then leaning forward to press her nose against her godmother's cheek, a gentle, melancholy sigh ruffling the gray fur there.