Redhawk Caldera Five people were killed, thirteen others greatly injured

Not knowing the nitty-gritty negative details of what had transpired since Fiadh got her collar, Clover could only 'ooh' at it from afar; she wasn't old enough to know that this was abnormal by any means, and instead wondered when she would get one, if ever. Upon smelling her around, Clover prioritized her to-do list and decided that first on it was finding Fiadh. 

That took no time at all. Clover found her right as her uncle did, and her tail waved at the both of them. Hearing his reaction did not shock her, if only because she was not at all sensitive to profanity and in fact an avid user of it, though perhaps the tone was a bit confusing—after all, to Clover, nothing was amiss. That none of the adults had one did not really click yet with Clover, who, despite her cleverness, could sometimes be two-steps behind when it came to picking up things in serious matters as these. 

She also missed entirely that his asking meant he had no idea what it was, either. 

It's cool, isn't it? When will mine grow in? Obviously the stinky boys would not be included in this, but for petite Clover to be excluded? Unthinkable!