Redhawk Caldera i'm searching for a song tonight.

The violent winter seemed to have finally broken for good. The weather was still cold, and snow still scattered across the land here and there. But it was nothing like the mess that had driven the pack to the cave, nor the blizzard that had trapped half of them inside of it. For as much hardship as it had caused the Caldera, Liffey had learned one valuable lesson at least: Weather was fascinating, sometimes beautiful, and always to be wary of.

Liffey trudged quietly through the higher slopes of the Caldera. It was a mild day - a quiet day. In many ways, she felt it was the type of day that so perfectly reflected her own mood. Her eyes were skyward (as they so often were) while her mind was far away (as it so often was). She would enter the adult ranks in a little over a month, and she felt so incredibly unprepared for it. The girl gave a pensive sigh as she walked. And then quite suddenly, she was falling over with a surprised woof.

Tripping on sticks was a definite hazard of staring at the sky while walking. Liffey rolled to her side and kicked it away with a grumble.