Redhawk Caldera Caribbean blue

It was painstakingly slow going, yet Wildfire didn't push herself too hard. She moved gingerly, stopping to collect herself during moments of weakness. During one such pause, someone approached. Wildfire kept her feet steadily planted but turned her head, chestnut eyes clapping upon a pudgy black wolf whose features reminded her very much of her (their) father. He didn't even need to introduce himself for Wildfire to know she was looking at one of her many younger siblings.

When he did say his name, a slow smile spread over Wildfire's gaunt face. "Hey, Phox, it's good to meet you. That's me," she replied with a dip of her smudged snout. "You can call me Wifi. Would you like to walk with me to the lake?"