Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

Wildfire quickly learned that trying to shout while treading water shot her focus and caused her to begin sinking, so she shut her yap and concentrated on remaining afloat. It wasn't difficult, though it was hard work for her small body. She doggy paddled around the shallows, getting better with each passing moment. She started out swimming in any random direction before eventually figuring out how to steer by using her legs as propellers and her black tail as a rudder.

Especially since it was her first swimming lesson, the red puppy quickly became exhausted. Fox nudged her toward shore and she clambered out of the water and slung herself down on the bank beside Finley. "Did'ja see me?!" she chirped at her beloved aunt, then sat up just long enough to give her pelt a shake before flopping back down beside her godmother. "I swim good!" Despite her weariness, Wildfire grinned from ear to ear.

While she rested there beside the water, she watched the rest of the group still enjoying themselves. Her golden gaze lingered on Pan as the white male glided out farther than any of the pups had gone. She observed, envious of the way the male stroked so expertly. Pan made it look so effortless and relaxing. Wildfire wondered if he could show her how to become a pro like him, though she chewed her lip at the mere thought. She would have to get to know him better first.

After licking some of the moisture from her coat, Wildfire grew drowsy and let her chin sink onto her paws. She fell asleep to the sounds of laughter and splashing and dreamed of swimming in outer space.