Redhawk Caldera It's a good day in the sun

Maia answered whimsically and Shenanigans could only coo in delight at the notion of locating someone with magic powers to grant her a wish. Her mouth opened to ask the woman if they could seek out such a person now but then there was a mention of suppertime. Shenanigans’s mouth slammed shut as her stomach growled as if on cue.

She laughed when Maia ruffled her fur, then bobbed her head eagerly. As she bounced on her heels, prepared to follow the she-wolf toward whatever meal the Blackthorn family would share, she abruptly remembered something.

Hey, guess what! I flied before! the child yelled gleefully, the memory of her flight dimmer even than her recollections of her birth parents. Maybe I have wings and they’re jus’ invincible!

Maia might chalk it up to a vivid imagination or perhaps a dream. Shenanigans, meanwhile, suddenly made a whooshing sound and zoomed ahead, eager to fly straight to the dinner table.