Redhawk Caldera the corner of pleasant and nice

Ooh, hi! *nabs*

Perry howled the news the day after it happened; it's totally up to you if Grimm heard it or not. :)

Wildfire didn't sleep nearly as much as before, not with so much to see and do. This might have been bad news for her parents—their only reprieve from their middle child's raucous cacophony came when she napped—but fortunately for all involved, she had been too busy exploring to make much noise. She still squeaked and squealed on occasion, though it was no longer a constant stream as before. Many of her little noises were actually pleasant too, as they included curious coos, inquisitive gurgles and even the sporadic seraphic giggle.

She was bumbling in the den's mouth this morning, under her mother's watchful eye. Although much of what Wildfire did was rather arbitrary discovery, right now she had a purpose. Her father had stopped by the den briefly a few minutes ago, only to lick her head and depart again. She had four of her five main senses now, yet there were many more she had yet to develop, including her sense of object permanence. Now that she could see, she realized that Peregrine literally vanished when he left.

It was simultaneously curious and upsetting. Grunting under her breath, she squirmed closer and closer to the light outside. She'd been out there herself once, though she hadn't disappeared. But before Wildfire could spring free from the den, something heavy (her mother's paw) fell upon her little black tail, pinning her there. Her mouth made an "o" shape as she began to complain about this, when suddenly a black face appeared above her.

Thinking it was her father returning once more, Wildfire yipped and tried to wag her tail, though it was still stuck beneath Fox's paw. Yet a few blinks and twitches of her nostril told her it wasn't Peregrine after all, so her brow furrowed and she looked up at the stranger, golden eyes somehow managing to shoot daggers at this impostor.