Heron Lake Plateau Steady hands just take the wheel

Kiwi had planted a seed in her mother's head (however unwittingly), which had taken root, sprouted and even begun to flower over the past several days. But before she remotely considered taking action—heck, before she even approached leadership with her proposition—Wildfire knew she should consult someone else, somebody whose guidance she could trust. Two wolves immediately came to mind. They weren't impartial third parties, though Wildfire knew they would help her make the best judgment call.

Padding to a comfortable spot on the lake shore, not far from the little island some called The Roost, Wildfire tipped her head toward the clear blue December sky and howled softly for her Uncle @Elwood and Aunt @Finley.