Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

Consumed with holding the little Firebird’s attention before she inevitably found something else to hook her young senses, Sassafras let her jaws fall agape in a playful goad as she commenced wiggling her limb in imitation of prey that fallen into the clutches of the predator. She couldn’t wait to teach them how to survive in the Wilds and provide for their pack, but until they grew larger and adept with their paws the tiny puppies would receive tiny teachings.
 
“Awwwrowr,” she grumbled cheerily as she feigned an attempt to dislodge the inconsequential grip of the tri-coloured child’s needle-like baby teeth and short forelegs.