Redhawk Caldera flickering flame

Life was coming around for the young girl. It had been over a month since her birth and already she had found ways to cause trouble for both her parents and her siblings. Curiosity at such a young age was a given, but little Lucy had wanted the world. Her legs no longer wobbled when she would attempt to walk or run, and they had taken something of a comical appearance – growing larger than her body. The sight that she had gained had cleared substantially to the point that she could make out figures for what they were. She knew her family and she loved them very much… but not as much as she loved her older brother.
 
From inside the den, the inky child could see his figure and she crouched low into a playful attack position. Her baby blue eyes were alight with mischief and she did her very best to slink forward without be seen or heard. Eljay’s tail was the prize! Creeping closer and closer, the youngest Blackthorn wiggled her rump in hopes of giving herself a little more of a push and she leaped into the air, aiming to land on the thick tail of her older sibling. From her little muzzle came a war cry, “bah!”