Redhawk Caldera Jack-o'-lantern

When he had mentioned that the caldera had picked them, Siv thought back to her conversation with Fox, and she wondered if it had something to do with the injury that the fiery female had taken on the slopes of the topless mountain. A pang of sadness seemed to press against her chest for a moment. She thought of the other places that Fox and Perry had potentially wanted to settle in, but if it had been the injury that had forced them to lay claim to the caldera, it meant that they weren’t able to decide on anywhere else. Still, it was a bittersweet moment. If they had not settled in the caldera, the odds of Siv finding them were slim. Because the caldera had chosen them, the Savoy girl had a home. “Did you like the plateau?” she inquired thoughtfully, trying to imagine the differences between a place like the caldera and a plateau. “I mean, the name is lacking a little bit. You can’t really beat Redhawk Caldera. That’s a name with five stars in kick-assery.” A small smile curled her dark lips upwards. Siv wondered what it would be like to move from one pack land to another. To completely uproot a home and try to rebuild it in a different location. It was saddening. “I think, when you and the missus have kids, they’ll like it a lot,” she thought aloud, ears twitching. “I mean there’s lots of places to explore and adventure here.” There was a slight tone of uncertainty to her voice. She settled her eyes on him with a sidelong glance, drawing her tongue across her tapered muzzle.