Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

Somewhere sprawled against a stone wall, Sassafras was dozing and whimpering softly in her sleep to the occasional twitch of her paws.

She’d quickly become fond of the communal aspect of sharing the cave with the rest of the Redhawks and found she wasn’t nearly as nervous to be near the puppies as when they’d all initially made the move. Their antics, including their sometimes startling wake-up calls and jabs to the face or ribs, had even grown on her. So while she admittedly (but only to you, dearest of readers) harboured a secret fear that she might accidentally squish one of them in her sleep, it was plain for everyone to see that she enjoyed staying close whenever she wasn’t out to hunt or conduct a border patrol.

With a hefty sigh, she expelled a great puff of air from her cheeks and finally settled the restlessness of her extremities in a display of catching better Zs than she had in quite some time.