Redhawk Caldera Chokin' on goatmeat

It sounded like the end of the world out there. Peregrine didn't sleep a wink as the thunderstorm raged above them. Although he didn't like being stuck underground, confined to a small, dark cave, he knew it was better than being up there. His stomach tied itself into knots as he wondered what the world would look like once the storm finally blew away, which took all night. Would they even have a home once it was all said and done?

It was difficult to tell time down here in the dark, yet when the world fell silent and threads of light began to illuminate the corridor leading above-ground, Peregrine figured the coast was clear now. Still, he did not venture out for a few more hours, just to be safe. When he finally picked his way upward, he did so very cautiously. And when his black head emerged from the cave mouth, he saw the first signs of damage: debris littered the ground as far as the eye could see... and it included the broken body of a mountain goat just a few yards away.

Marveling at the force it must have taken to carry over a hundred pounds of dead weight, Peregrine slithered out of the cave mouth. He sucked in a breath as he surveyed the damage, then spun to call back into the dim subterranean passageway: "It's safe to come up here. Just... tread carefully," he warned, swallowing hard as his dusky jade eyes once more combed the fields of debris. This was only the tip of the iceberg. He wondered what havoc the storm had wrought upon the rest of the caldera, not to mention the surrounding wilderness.