Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

They had brought her up to speed: where she was, why she was here, why her (Drakru) family wasn't. It was rather a lot of information to digest, so Wildfire plopped on an open patch of grass and tried to do just that... for a little while. But her mind went blank as a cool breeze soughed through her newly clean fur; as she tipped her smudged snout toward the partly cloud sky, soaking up that little bit of October sunshine; as she marveled at the nearly overwhelming sense of liberation.

There was a lot to think about, from how to cope with her long captivity to figuring out when it was safe to go home. Wildfire didn't know any of the answers right now. There were only two things she knew for certain at the moment: that she was safe, among loved ones, and that she would never go within a mile of a cave again in her life.