Redhawk Caldera He's just a different kind of kid

She really needed to pay closer attention, she thought with a start as Bronco's voice came from surprisingly close. Her heart was still hammering a bit from the frog, but she snorted with a quiet laugh at his comment.

Warts are the mark of a witch. I figure if I eat enough of those, I won't even have to introduce myself. Plus they tasted pretty alright, but she'd not caught many of them. They were quick and hard to hear in the water before running.

I'll catch it later, she added, in an offhand way that implied she definitely wouldn't. Before the silence had any space to even get a chance at settling in, she couldn't help it. This place feels a little like a ghost town.

She wondered if he'd noticed the change and felt it like she did. She didn't necessarily dislike how small the pack was, but it was becoming easier and easier to pass entire days without crossing anyone's path within the vast stretch of the Caldera.