Redhawk Caldera The crisis in the crossfire

He seized upon the challenge with alacrity, hanging onto Bronco's every word. At the question, he paused, then shook his head. Not really, he admitted. But Gramma's thrown me in a lot of puddles—I can learn! He was earnest, tail wagging as he stared up at his father with a grin.

Without being prompted, Killdeer moved closer to the water, getting his ankles wet. He wasn't. . .scared, per se, just a little uneasy. It was a lot of new things all at once—including the concept of a father.

But he could learn. He'd said so.

His bright golden eyes kept dead aim on Bronco, waiting for the older wolf's next move.