Redhawk Caldera So you can say letting go is easy

That simple touch returned made Sassafras feel as though she had come home, and all erstwhile thoughts that she should turn tail from the Wilds and race back to the forested passes she’d loved as a child were forgotten. As long as she was still welcome among them, she wanted to run with the Redhawks and the Blackthorns.

She tilted her gaze upwards, taking care not to bump Finley’s face as she did. Despite the sadness that had overtaken her countenance, she wagged her tail gently at the proposition that still stood and the mention of the puppies that followed.

“I’ll make myself useful,” she promised. Even though she surely wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the den, she felt a sense of purpose well up within as she realized they would need all the able hunters they could get. With a twitch of both dark ears, Sassafras looked to Finley to lead the way.