Redhawk Caldera I'm leavin' tomorrow, whatdya say?

It took all of about ten seconds for Caracal to forget his fear, and soon enough he was barrelling back towards Rue. He climbed up Rue's shoulder and stood upon her back triumphantly, chattering something down to the other pups in that baby-speak language of theirs that Rue didn't understand. He stuck out his tongue. 

Rue laughed, and as her sides heaved up and down, Caracal toppled from his perch. 

Their competitiveness reminded her of something, actually. 

"Oh, there was something else." Rue made sure to catch Towhee's eye. "A messenger came by, inviting our pack to the Teekon Highland Games. Some kind of interpack competition going on in the quarry to the north. It's taking place around the summer solstice." 

Although Rue wasn't much of an athlete herself these days, it seemed like a good opportunity to strengthen bonds with their allies and gather a little intel about some of the newer packs in the area. She hadn't left the Caldera since she'd joined up, and it was about time for her to stretch her legs.