Redhawk Caldera i'm not the one who stabbed the captain with a pickle

Set on RHC. *tries to capture a wild @Fox* :o

When Junior saw the lake from a distant hillock a few miles south of the spine, her mismatched eyes squinted momentarily, then widened. It was enormous, far larger than any other lake she'd ever seen. It reminded her of the sea. For that reason, her sprightly black paws began to carry her downhill and into the wilds, aiming for that vast body of water.

It took half a day. When she reached the shore, she immediately loped to the water's edge and drank ravenously. With a bellyful of cold water, she turned and began to roam the shore when a familiar scent wafted into her nose. It was so unexpected that she froze in her tracks and blinked for several long beats. Then, barely trusting her own sense of smell, she began to track it in the direction of a nearby and — at least in her personal opinion — rather ugly mountain.

Night fell by the time she traced the scent to its far side and partway up the slope. When two other familiar scents joined the first, Junior finally believed in her own senses. But what on earth would bring her father and his partners here? The young Warrior and Outrider absolutely couldn't fathom it.

"Dad? Fox? Lasher?" she called into the still night air, which was cool bordering on cold. She could see her own breath, a furling wisp curling from the end of her blunt black muzzle. "Hello?"