Sun Mote Copse throwing up the west side as we tear in the air

She wouldn't have left the den so soon after whelping, except there were two compelling reasons: firstly, she was already getting cabin fever and, secondly, Kiwi hadn't come by to visit yet. Using this as an excuse to get outside and stretch her legs, Wildfire left the pups in @Eljay's very capable paws and promised to return in less than half an hour, whether or not she located the yearling.

She hadn't gone far when the howl went up at the borders, followed by the Regent's rejoinder. Knowing exactly where to find her daughter now, Wildfire began to make her way toward the western edge of the territory. She moved slowly because she was still sore from giving birth, so by the time she finally arrived, Kiwi and their visitor were already in the middle of what sounded like a heated conversation.

She caught the last few words: "...no one trusts your dumbass with information. I bet you'd fuck it all up before you got the chance to deliver it." Wildfire blinked, her black tail giving a lash as she stepped into view and loudly said, "I beg your pardon?" Her body was stiff as a board as she gave the visitor a hard stare, galled that a Blackthorn (and Redhawk) should speak to her Regent this way.