Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

Sorry for bein' so slow to hop in here, Dad!

Wild shapes and textures swam through her consciousness as she dreamed; there were flashes of bright, vivid colors, followed by slower shadows and finally, darkness. She slept soundly, quiet and still, for an unknown amount of time...until Wildfire woke her up. It was always Wildfire. This time, she was awakened by the gentle jostling of her father placing Wildfire beside her. The fire-coated sister must have wandered away from the little jumble of bodies that lay, nestled and kneading, by Fox's side.

A tiny squeak escaped her toothless maw as a big yawn came over her. Lifting her head, she sniffed blindly around before beginning to pull herself along the floor, scooting on her belly (since it was easier than trying to stand on her weak, wobbly legs). Without realizing it, she was moving toward her father.