Redhawk Caldera style of eye

She almost protested the nickname, her mouth even opening and her lips forming a protest. Yet she clapped her mouth shut in the next instant when she realized she sort of liked it. Junior vaguely remembered her family members calling her by this nickname when she was younger, yet that had probably stopped when she'd started insisting everyone call her primarily Junior.

"A spy, huh? Is that like a formal trade? I'm a Warrior and Outrider apprentice," she announced with an upward tip of her chin. No matter what changed in her life — her name, her pack, her scenery — she would never fail to be proud of these achievements.

Snowl began leading her way toward the north and Junior picked up her feet and trotted after him, saying, "We don't need a story 'cause we won't get caught." After all, it was only her father and his currently invalid mate. They couldn't possibly canvas the entire caldera. It was rather massive, after all.

"But what's your story?" she demanded in the next breath, weaving around a deadfall tangled against the mount's base.