Redhawk Caldera Shaken, not stirred

"I don't like it, I love it," Wildfire said with a small but friendly smile, her speech accented by loud clicks as the arrowhead rolled around in her mouth. "Yes, please. I'll show you the badger den now. Follow me," the youngster added, swiveling and breaking into a trot. It was not far from here, just off the rendezvous site's main clearing, screened by some brush.

Soon, they arrived and Wildfire quickly stepped into the low, dark den to spit the drool-covered rock onto the ground. She then backpedaled, moving out of the way to allow Pan to make his own deposit. "You can look around," she told him in a small, proud voice. Her collection was her pride and joy as an aspiring Naturalist.