Redhawk Caldera Where you wanna go

ATTN: @Pantaleimon :)

Her parents knew. Her godparents and young cousin knew. Her sister knew. Next she wanted to find Nightjar and let him know. Wildfire wondered if her no-nonsense brother might accuse her of disloyalty; he himself was perhaps the most devoted Redhawk in the bunch. But just because she feared a bad reaction didn't mean she could or should avoid telling him. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that a move to Moonspear was likely. It was something she wanted to do. She just wished she could somehow be part of Redhawk Caldera too. But, of course, that was impossible and so she would have to make a choice sooner or later. Meanwhile, it was fairest if she gave everyone a proper heads up, especially with what she knew of her parents' history.

As hard as she tried to track down her brother on this cool, gray October morning, Wildfire just couldn't find him. Perhaps he had gone outside the territory to hunt or maybe even heckle the wolves in Haunted Wood. She gave up for now, heading upward to get a drink from the caldera. After she slaked her thirst, she sprawled on the shore, just staring out across the water. She would miss this place if she ended up leaving it, almost as much as she would miss the wolves here. Unlike them, she would never be able to see these innermost parts of the territory again should she choose to pledge her loyalty to Moonspear.

So she just lay there, drinking in the sights of her birthplace, trying to memorize every inch of the view.