Redhawk Caldera hucklewine

Dwin and warnings were two mutually exclusive terms. They rarely bode well in the same sentence. She splashed happily in the shallow water, pulled out a strand of weed out, nosed it excitedly and only, when Teya pointed out to the scales on the bank, did her attention turn back to the task at hand. 

She inspected them thoroughly, but there was a tad bit of disappointment in her eyes, when she turned to look at the Raven. "That's it?" she asked. Kind of a very small for the gigantic fish she had imagined her prey to be. "How we get to the den?"