Sun Mote Copse when you're off the phone, you wanna get a pizza.

The call roused Wildfire from a deep sleep. Shaking off the remnants of a good dream, she rose and stretched, shaking a dusting of snow from her red pelt as a yawn forced her jaws apart. When she felt suitably awake and limbered, she hastened to respond to the summons. Her heart thumped hopefully, wondering if Elwood was with Finley and if they'd come here to stay, especially now that Colt and Eljay were here.

But she found her godmother alone. There was a look on her face that made Wildfire slow her pace considerably. Something was wrong. Oh no! her mind screamed. Is it Uncle Elwood? With a burst of speed, she closed the distance, nudging her aunt's cheek as she breathed, "What's happened, Aunt Flea?"