Redhawk Caldera Scouting mission 101

Chapter 2

Day 10 of established existance.

Thorough work on filling up reserves. Upgrade from a stationary 15th century cannon with a danger of self-explode to a rolling-crawling tiny tank. Vomit-artillery still lacks precision. 

Situation: evolving.

Status: busy. 

End of update.

In a matter of a week and a bit more Ceridwen had grown almost twice in size and weight and had acquired a more canine-like form. Her proportions had evened out and therefore she was more mobile and less prone to falling on her back and unable to move. Therefore, when she was not snoring merrily under/on top/inside/between/next to/far away/wherever-else-it-was-possible in a puppy pile, when she was not eating greedily, she was shuffling around quite actively. On more than one occasion anyone, who was in charge of looking after the newborns, had to get up and bring that Flying Dutchman back to the shore. Quite early to make any precise predictions, but it was evident that Dwin would be that kid that you could never let out of your sight.