Redhawk Caldera We're on the frontlines

Please let me know if I need to edit the following assumptions about Jasmine's position on the Battleship grid, lol.

Before the strange woman could answer him, someone sidled up alongside Caracal. He turned, tail breaking into a low wag when he saw it was his, "Auntie Woo, hey!" She shuffled forward to flank him and he made a point to bump his snout to her chin in affectionate, respectful greeting.

He hadn't forgotten their guest, though, and faced her when she began to speak. Saints of the Dying Light...? he repeated in his head. What kind of name was that? A laugh burst out of him, which he quickly tried to cover with a paw and a fictitious cough even as he shot Rue a sheepish sideways glance. Caracal tried to get a hold of himself as Nyra continued speaking. She had quite a lot to say.

She was looking for a young boy by the name of Alduin. Meanwhile, she had found another youngster, a girl by the name of Jasmine. Only then did he notice the smaller wolf concealed by Nyra's massive white figure. Caracal's head reared back and he cast another glance at his auntie, only for his eyes to cut back to Nyra when she mentioned Brecheliant.

Of course, they knew all about Brecheliant. My dad lives there! he thought inanely, tempted to say it out loud. But Caracal maintained his silence, deferring to the Sovereign. Meanwhile, he kept trying to catch a glimpse of Jasmine hidden away by her pale guardian, though she remained mostly out of sight.