Redhawk Caldera swamp-moss

A week had gone by and nobody had turned up looking for Silktail. Meanwhile, she blended in rather effortlessly with the Blackthorns, despite being an entire month younger than Eljay’s and Maia’s brood. She already adored each of them, even that little thief who’d stolen her pinecone. That’s just what brothers did!

She was napping in a patch of sunshine when a loud shout woke the pup now known as Shenanigans. Stretching and yawning, she rose onto all fours and looked around, rubbing at her eyes as she tried to pinpoint the sound. It wasn’t long before she spotted Chickadee leaping among several stumps.

Frolicking over to the older girl, Shenanigans reared up on her current perch and did what she did best. Hurrah! Hurrah! she parroted, eyes shining and tail waving.