Redhawk Caldera Leave your name, number and nightmare at the tone.

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In the midst of their grief-stricken milieu, the Redhawks and the Blackthorns had made the collective decision to break down their winter barrier as a unit and Sassafras would have hated to be found far behind. With a grimace of determination the DeMonte-Sarensu stepped alongside Finley and Lagan, gave a supportive nudge of her cold nose to each, and began to carve out her own contributing fissure in the compacted ice and snow.

She hardly doubted that they could escape, but even as she worked she knew their attempt wasn’t altogether safe. It was a far better alternative to waiting for the spring thaw, however, and if it meant being crushed beneath an unstable slab, she knew it was pretty much her duty in order to save the rest of the young lives she was meant to provide for and protect. It was a grim thought, but life in the Caldera had ensured she was no stranger to occasionally unattractive thinking.