Redhawk Caldera I don’t miss my little golden age

@Peregrine. Think it’s OK to back-date this a bit? I’ve been sloooooow.

As much as she loved to travel, Sassafras was positively elated to be home. She had been away for longer than anticipated, but she galloped energetically across the borders upon her return and happily rolled her small body in the Caldera’s overgrown grasses. After a moment or two of ensuring she smelled like a proper Redhawk, she shook her coat free of loose debris which caused her spiky-looking hackles to fluff out and slowly smooth again.

With a low howl for Peregrine, she began to make her way along the border and pick up where she had left off, wondering whether she had missed anything in her absence and trying to think little of the fact that she had to deliver such melancholy news. She had never met Lasher, but she had a strong feeling that he had been adored by all who had known him.