Redhawk Caldera Hideaway

Peregrine dismissed her. Wildfire bobbed her head to acknowledge his words, then rose to all threes. Carefully, she bent over to pick the groundhog off the floor. With a final parting glance, she then stole into the open air again. Cold rain lashed against her face, causing her to squint. She took a deep breath of the fresh air.

She then began moving, slowly and steadily, toward the Blackthorns' den. She would deliver the food and make sure they knew it was her father who had caught it. Perhaps she would hang out there a while. She and Aunt Finley could commiserate, she thought with a wan smile.