Redhawk Caldera Hurry up, we're dreaming

A noise of contentment leaked out of Wildfire like air hissing from a tire. She closed her eyes, enjoying the massage that doubled as a grooming session. In fact, she enjoyed herself so much that she went limp and oozed to the den floor, forcing Elwood to bend down to continue.

"How the hell...?" Peregrine quipped from where he sat, a Nightjar balanced on his foot. "Finley got to see her eyes first, then you got her first 'word.' And she's as demure as a kitten around both of you. What gives?" He shot the Beta a playfully angry look, though he didn't feel as put out as he looked. He appreciated the quiet, as well as the bond forming between his child and her godparents.

"Looks like she's out," he observed after a moment, tipping his swarthy snout toward the little red pup now snoring with her cheek smashed against her uncle's gray paw.