Redhawk Caldera back on the job

Wildfire was just returning from yet another quick foray to Nocturne Summit—she just couldn't stay away, it seemed, and it was sort of becoming a home away from home—when she spotted her two uncles milling along the borders. She smiled and hastened her step, happy to see them after spending a few nights away from the caldera. As much as she loved to travel, she still missed her loved ones when she was gone. She told herself she should stick around a while this time, catch up on the happenings here. The little mountain to the west—and the entire rest of the wilderness—would still be there a week from now.

"Hey Uncle El, Uncle Pan," the juvenile greeted when she came within earshot of her elders. Her black tail wriggled as she bowed her head and nudged first Elwood's chin, then Pantaleimon's. "I just got back. I was hanging out at the summit—the place where I ran into Aunt Flea the other day," she said, amber eyes meeting her godfather's briefly. She was unaware of her aunt's prolonged absence, having been out and about herself. "How are things here?" she questioned, falling into step beside them like their little red shadow.