Redhawk Caldera Her hardest hue to hold

Inside the warm, cozy depths of the den, Bronte slept. Pulled into a deep, fuzzy dark slumber. Surrounded by family. Mom and dad. Her brothers. In her first few short weeks of life, she had become quite the cuddle bug. Especially with Ponyboy, whom she cherished being close to.

He was so fluffy and soft! Similarly colored to her. The perfect living, breathing pillow. In the blanket of sleep, his escape went entirely unnoticed. Even when he pulled away, earning only a slight grunt from the babe. Bronte didn't even stir.

That is, until the peace was shattered by her brother's shriek. Dark blue baby eyes popped open instantly, her head jolting up. She still struggled to see in the dark, but she most certainly heard the commotion coming right outside. Beyond the den.

What had he done?! Scrambling to her clumsy paws, she made a break for it. Paying no heed as to whether or not she trampled Boris or either of her parents in the process. As she burst through the threshold, she like a tattling child, sounded the alarm. "WHAAAHHAH!!"

Even if she had been on her way to help Ponyboy with good intentions. A flurry of wings smacked her in the face, beating down on her head the instant she popped out. She was fearless, though. Whatever this thing was, surely she and Ponyboy could take it down together! Reeling and stumbling to balance on her back paws, she bared her teeny teeth. Lunging, snapping, biting. Mustering up the most fearsome little growls her small voice could manage.