Redhawk Caldera I know you

Fading!

Toad smiled with a kind of glee that was likely rare in adult wolves. Her tail was wagging behind her. She was honestly ecstatic, so much that she would probably need to calm herself down before she danced her way into the Glen somewhere along the journey. So, with that, Toad wiggled. See you later! she said, reaching out with her nose as a farewell. The newly discovered auntie spun around and trotted, or skipped, or danced, away. She headed right back the way she came, but she talked to herself most of the way home. She recited all of the new family she had, wondering if Phox liked her, and if she might finally have found a place she really and truly belonged.