Redhawk Caldera Make me a bicycle, clown

Finley often approached the Redleaf-DiSarinno den bearing a gift of some sort for either the parents or the children. Today, it was a gift for the latter. At three weeks old, the firebirds were finally looking more like wolves than little four legged meatballs, but they still had much to learn before they became truly integrated with the rest or the pack. Fin's gift wasn't a huge stepping stone towards gaining that knowledge, but... It was about the same size.

The beta grinned when she spotted Wildfire playing in the mouth of the den. All of the kids would probably get a kick out of the "toy" clasped between her teeth (or so she arrogantly believed), but Wildfire would probably enjoy it most since she just seemed to enjoy the crap out of everything. She woofed gently as she approached, simply enjoying the fact that the pup could actually hear it now when she did so. A few strides of Fin's legs brought her right up to the den where she dropped her gift onto the ground at her feet: a pine cone.

Best godmother ever, right?