Redhawk Caldera Because I'm tacky

The den's resident loudmouth was eerily quiet this morning. She was also warm, listless and without her normal hearty appetite. Unbeknownst to anyone (especially Wildfire herself), the pup had caught a bug after being exposed to so many visitors recently. It wasn't anything serious, though she currently felt exactly how she looked: like a turd on fire.

She was too warm to cuddle up against her mother or siblings and she wasn't interested in suckling, so Wildfire pushed herself into a relatively open space on the floor and simply sprawled there, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She sensed someone (Nightjar) nearby and wriggled her nose in his direction, yet made no sound, nor any attempt to interact with him. Rather, she let her chin sink to the floor while still facing him, her own eyes still tightly shut.