Redhawk Caldera on the wings of a flea

Before Sphyra reached the bottom of the hill, Caracal was already running again. Typical. She was far from tired though, and she followed with determination.

It wasn't long before Caracal suddenly flopped over. Had he tripped or something? Sphyra hadn't been able to see what happened to him precisely — it looked to her like he just decided to defy gravity for a split second and that it didn't end well for him — and initially, it looked pretty comical. But when she came closer saw that he was in pain, and there was some blood coming from one of his toes. Oh shit, Sphyra said, though not sounding too worried. Guess I should hold back on the pounce, huh? She jokingly feinted as though she would still pounce at him, but held herself back, knowing that he needed a moment to recover at the very least.