Redhawk Caldera winter's first flame

Charlotte followed without hesitation. Charlotte, she said, but my parents called me Char. I had a sister who called me Lotte, too. And her kids called me Charlie; well, all of them except for Juniper. She never really said much outside of "Hungry! Hungry mommy!" Charlotte sighed, thinking back on the joyous life she'd left behind. You have a mate, right? Any pups? She was off on a tangent, and a fairly intrusive one at that, but the poor girl didn't know how to stop it.