Redhawk Caldera You and I were fire, fire, fireworks

There's some slight PP here, so let me know if you mind. :)

When Finley drew in a deep breath, it caused her expanded rib cage to press into Wildfire's face and for one blissful moment, the little girl unleashed a perfectly angelic giggle so unlike her usual sharp cries. Their temporary sitter's flank then deflated as she sighed, leaving the tyke's face wobbling in midair. She jerked to the side for no particular reason, bring her face-to-face with her equally blind brother. He belched and she opened her mouth wide, pink tongue waggling as she tasted the foul smell.

Wildfire then shed her briefly seraphic mask and plowed right up and over the litter's largest member, her black tail trailing along his nose and crown as she slipped down his spine like her brother was nothing more than some sort of tube slide. She plopped on his other side and scooted with surprising swiftness toward Finley's anterior, loosing a surprised yip when her pugged little face smashed into one of the Beta female's outstretched legs.

The tiny whelp sniffed this obstacle, then climbed right over it just like she'd done to Nightjar. She then proceeded to approach the rear wall at ramming speed. When she struck it, she yapped again. Like before, she was more surprised than hurt. When Wildfire pressed against this obstruction, it did not give, nor could she clamber over it. She quickly grew frustrated and began screeching even as she simultaneously sprawled, her rear legs spreading and her toes pointing in opposite directions as her tail went limp in unhappy defeat.