Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

"Hmmm..." Fox trailed off, trying to decide which of the options called to her the most. "Have you ever had honey?" she asked. Fox remembered a single time when she was younger when she'd licked some off of her father's snout... though he'd come back with a dozen stings. The shit was like some kind of crazy sweet drug. "If there's one thing I know about honey," she said, "It's that the reward is pretty damn good." Fox didn't know how to go about finding a bee's nest, nor did she know if they'd even be able to find one, but the thought was too good to pass up.

"I think when my dad found one, it had just fallen to the ground. Those bees were pissed, but I'll be damned if that honey isn't the best thing my tongue has ever tasted." Meat was good, but honey was a different kind of good. One worth finding again. And maybe, just maybe, her own children would get to lick the honey off their mother's snout and develop the same sense of adventure that she had.