Redhawk Caldera Five people were killed, thirteen others greatly injured

"Feels like royalty," said Fiadh with a wide grin crammed full of metaphorical shit. She had to be some sort of special, right? Of all the Caldera wolves Fiadh could think of, she was the only one with such a unique accessory. Well, she supposed X was a unique accessory, too, but he was liable to flying off at any moment. He was a bird with a brain of his own, after all. Fiadh's accessory, she assumed, was wholly and completely under her control and permanent.

"It doesn't hurt," she responded with a sly eye at Colt. "Why, you looking to find one, too? I can tell you where I got it from but I think it's only for special wolves, like Clo and me!" But she'd be willing to tell him if he wanted to know. Well, sort of. Fiadh's memory of the event was foggy and inaccurate. She could recall the sound of a whirly bird and then she vaguely remembered a bear in the meadow, but much of what happened in between was lost to her.