Dragoncrest Cliffs don't be that way

Wildfire's lower lip puffed out as she gnawed thoughtfully at her cheek, her chestnut eyes glazed over as she peered off into the distance outside the log. She couldn't stop thinking of the encounter with Blixen and Furi. There wasn't much she could do about it at the moment, though it preyed on her thoughts, making her momentarily oblivious to @Kiwi's plight (she was squished beneath her mother's foreleg).

Fortunately for the pup, someone appeared outside the den and Wildfire immediately blinked back to the present and sat up before Kiwi could suffocate. The Feisripa paused to take in the sight of Portia's lookalike, with the ears held in her maw. The Feisripa didn't know whether @Thuringwethil would approve of this particular visitor, though it wasn't really in Wildfire's nature to shoo away a clearly well-meaning guest.

Hovering protectively over her brood, Wildfire greeted, "Hello, Dalia."