Redhawk Caldera burning down the house

When she finally caught up to her aunt again, it was like ramming into a soft but inflexible wall. The pup grunted, then began nosing Dove's chest, looking for a limb or digit or something that protruded so she could bite it. When young Wildfire found nothing, she gave an indignant screech and did the next best thing by flailing her tiny forelimbs against the fuzzy obstacle. She would beat it into submission, until it did what she wanted it to do (though who knows what that might be?).

...or not. No matter what she tried, Wildfire couldn't get a good grasp on or reaction from her uncooperative playmate. Eventually, she backed off and plopped on her haunches, only to tilt her head backward and unleash an unholy scream on the world. It might have gone on forever if Peregrine hadn't reappeared, gently clamped his jaws over the pup's muzzle, then carried her indoors. She would just have to meet her Aunt Dove properly some other time.