Redhawk Caldera A morning of hunting rabbits and hares

The queer stranger seemed undeterred by the two small she-wolves, though she began to move away after a moment. Wildfire could still feel that leering gaze from afar and she swallowed, then glanced at Magpie. Her attention snapped back to the interloper when she sang out a final time, her lilting voice creating a macabre sort of poem. She laughed maniacally at the end, then appeared to attack herself as she finally moved further way, eventually disappearing from view.

The bewildered youngster stared after her for a long time, then finally asked, "What...?" At the same time, Magpie said, "Well, that was weird as f—" Luckily, the youngster's question caused her to cut off before she could start swearing and the adult smirked softly. "She was a crazy lady," she said reassuringly, though her lime green eyes were hard as they peered at the spot where the peculiar woman had vanished.

"Come on, let's grab the rabbits and head home, all right?" the yearling said in the next breath, giving Wildfire a nudge and motioning for her to follow. Wildfire did as she was told, though she stared over her shoulder even as she tagged along. She felt uneasy, though all of that was forgotten when she stumbled and smacked her face in the earth. With a sigh, she gathered herself and took off after Magpie again, keeping her focus ahead rather than behind.