Redhawk Caldera All hands on deck

She did not intend to drop by the caldera again for a few more days, yet when Wildfire's hunting endeavors led her into Bramblepoint and resulted in landing a fat groundhog, she spotted the opportunity and decided to take it. By the time she drew up at the borders of her former home, there was a crick in her neck from dragging the heavy carcass all this way. She dropped it with a grunt, then rolled her head and shoulders to work out some of the kinks. Once she felt a little less stiff, Wildfire tossed back her head—her neck cracked audibly—and howled for someone, anyone, to come fetch her gifts.

She was also keen for some pack news, of course, hopefully the good variety. While she waited to see who might show up this time, the young ambassador slipped onto her haunches and stared absently at the caldera, amber eyes only sharpening to a focus when she spotted movement.