Redhawk Caldera madmax

She was going to make it today. Her tail waved as she began to prance, the elation she felt pouring into her movements—but then Clover heard her brothers voice.  Lagan. Her head whipped in his direction as he reminded her of something she knew, and her ears pricked upward. Whaaaaaaat? she asked, as though what she had heard was absolutely unbelievable. But I'm big today! Mom and dad said when I am a big, I can, and today, I am!!!! She was no bigger than yesterday, but she meant her totally mature mindset.

Clover trotted around him, trying to hold her head a bit taller. See? The fact that she was the runt of the litter did the lionhearted Clover no favors. The Blackthorn cub was smaller than most her age, albeit perfectly healthy.