Redhawk Caldera burning down the house

Like any wild predator worth her salt, WIldfire clung to her victim even as she was shaken, jerked and even lifted briefly into the air. She didn't relent even when she felt herself being hugged against Dove's chest while someone or something else (her aunt's other foreleg) tried wrenching her loose. With the tenacity of a bulldog, Wildfire clung.

Peregrine had returned in the meantime and enjoyed the scene for a few moments before intervening. "Dove!" he reprimanded sharply when she began wrestling the pup between her legs. "Be careful, you moron," he hissed under his breath, roughly nudging Dove's forelegs out of the way and closing his jaws around the pup's midriff.

She tried to maintain her grip but Peregrine tugged firmly but gently, forcing her to let go. After shooting Dove a reproachful look, he then deposited the now hoarse Wildfire just inside the den's mouth and swooped to take a seat behind her. He would blockade the screaming child from disrupting the den's other residents and keep an eye on both his annoying child and sister-in-law.

Having been dropped rudely on the cold earth, Wildfire gave a mighty shriek, then began to bumble back toward Dove, probably intent on repeating the entire scene.