Redhawk Caldera this is life in color.

She saw Finley's mouth moving and for reasons inexplicable, Wildfire felt comforted. She couldn't hear her aunt, though it was as if she sensed Finley was addressing her in an affectionate voice. The pup sighed happily through her nose, her every bone seeming to turn into jelly as she relaxed on the floor.

Much as she fought to keep her eyes open as long as possible, it was only a matter of time before she lost the battle. Suddenly she was snoring, one of her paws crooked jauntily on her chest, which gently rose and fell. She probably wouldn't sleep long—just enough to gather some energy, after being so listless all yesterday—but her slumber was peaceful and deep under her aunt's warm, watchful gaze.