Redhawk Caldera Children of the wild

This technically takes place tomorrow morning... ish.

Wildfire made good on her word pretty much right away, well aware that her mother and the rest of Redhawk Caldera could use the support right now. She woke at the butt crack of dawn, spent the wee hours of the morning hunting, and then made her way toward her birthplace for the first time since leaving it in October. Despite her small size and the relative brevity of her experience as a small game hunter, she did not come empty-handed; two fat hares dangled from her jaws as she arrived at the borders.

Naturally, she respected the invisible fence. Tucking her catches against her feet, Wildfire stood a moment, breath catching in her throat a little bit as she laid eyes on the caldera, up close and personal, for the first time in months. She then inhaled and let out a low howl, calling for her father, her mother, her brother, her godparents... anyone that wanted to come see her, accept her gifts and maybe exchange some words of comfort.