Redhawk Caldera this is life in color.

Apparently being stepped on was not Wildfire's cup of tea. The girl gave an angry shriek and backpedaled away, whirling to face the opposite end of the den. Fin snickered at her antics as she set her paw back down on the ground. Like it or not, Wildfire had done exactly as her godmother had wanted by shutting her cute little trap. Perhaps this was the way to get through to her to stop doing that - if she screamed, she got stepped on! No one had ever taught Finley the whole positive reinforcement training technique.

Fin smiled softly as Fox and her daughter gazed at each other - the first time Wildfire was able to be an active participant in the engagement. It was a sweet moment that made Fin's belly feel all squiggly. Her ears pricked when she began to notice the child's mood going sour. Maybe it was the tiny quivering of her little nose or the slowing of her black tail, but Fin's chest began to tighten with anxiety as she recognized the telltale signs of an oncoming tantrum.

But then the pup turned and looked at her, and the misery simply melted away. Fin watched in wonder as she toddled forward and clambered up onto her paws. She was like a little queen upon her throne as she looked out across the den that was her kingdom. The godmother felt like her heart was about to burst as she leaned down to nuzzle her nose fondly against Wildfire's bright, cinnamon scruff.