Redhawk Caldera Obsidian

Amalia thought of her siblings, Austria and Alaric. Austria who was sweet as pie, and loved all things. She wouldn't have ever left their parents. She was too sweet, too good. A little simple really. Their mother had told her Austria had been born not breathing, but their father had fixed her. But she hadn't been like other children. She needed constant supervision and care, at least to make sure she didn't do something dangerous. Alaric who was just this side of dangerous himself. Adrenaline junkie at it's finest. Always willing to do the dangerous thing, to get that thrill. But never pushing past the point of no return and he loved his family fiercely.

Amalia's tell waved. I'm a scout. I love to travel too. I would have gotten along with your mama just fine I bet. I was closer to my mom, but my dad and I got along as I got older and I managed to control my whimsy around him. And he imparted many wonderful lessons before i left them.

Black lipped smile. I think I would like to try it. Perhaps we can have a group hunt when warmer weather arrives? I'd like to see how all of you work together and mesh myself better with the pack and the wolves that live here.