Redhawk Caldera You're standing too close to a flame that's burning

chickadee was bored. everyone was asleep in the heat or fishing or patrolling — BORING!
she found something else to do in the reappearing form of bridget. chickadee had grown up around the woman with the three legs long enough not to find her a novelty. the interesting thing was where she had been.
the girl crept through the underbrush. she thought she was quite silent, when in fact she hardly was.
chickadee curled under an aspen branch, peering at bridget as if she were a prey animal laying there.