Sun Mote Copse Why don't we just relax and turn on the radio? Would you like AM or FM?

Wildfire finished scratching an itch behind one velveteen earlobe and set her foot back on the ground before fluidly rising onto all fours. She shook out her pelt and headed deeper into the territory, now finished with her patrol. She wanted to grab something to eat but there was another task she wanted to accomplish first.

She arrived at the rendezvous site (which she called The Roost) and paused near the log that occasionally served as a podium of sorts (or a throne, though that sounded awfully snobbish). She didn't bother jumping up there. Instead, Wildfire roamed to the center of the clearing, threw back her head and summoned @Kiwi with a soft howl.