Redhawk Caldera I'm sick of the past I can't erase

Though she did not show it often, Malice was a fairly loyal creature; enough to stay with Burke until his demise, whenever that may be. This caldera held nothing without him; not her children, not her friends - the only reason she could see for sticking around is to comfort Sebastian, his mate and young after it all. But, even then, she probably wouldn't stay forever; while Burke's prime was over, she had been flung right into it and would remain in for at least another year or so. Or would he even perish after her? He had outlived many, she assumed.

She let out a soft snort and rolled her eyes, but a giggle soon followed. His kiss, one of many (not that she had been counting) still brought a blush to her cheeks under her deep chocolate pelt. It seems wolves really do change with time - if given the chance. She wondered aloud. Perhaps the caldera wolves saw that you had as well. Soon enough they'll be calling you "Bunnybutt" as you all feast upon some summer berries, sharing stories of the past. It was a joke, a long one, but one she found fit the situation. A long, unending joke - but fun nevertheless.