Redhawk Caldera our once barren world now brims with life

Bronte awoke to find that something was different. Moving her head out from under the soft cushion of Teya's tail, her eyes opened. Blurry shapes danced before her. Light and dark melded, then separated from one another. Confused, she whined. Perhaps that would fix this new curious change.

Boris was nothing but a muddled gray splotch. She could see his outline but couldn't make sense of it, even with his scent emanating from him to her new nose.