Redhawk Caldera Potato villain

@Bronte - long overdue, but here it is! :D

Teya had been right. Two months down the road and her kids had evolved into little wolf-like creatures. Still far from the perfection, elegance and style that Dwin and the rest of the adult population possessed. Plus, they were finally able to do stuff too. Not just eat and sleep and lie in pile and emanate a pungent smell of wet-dog hair, wee and milk. Now the little rascals were moving around and even showed promise of learning the basics of games. 

While Dwin stopped by the Raven time from time, she was always busy with a lot of other things, therefore did not help much with the kids. You could not blame her for it - technically an adult (she had turned one year old almost a month ago), there was still a lot of maturing to do. Plus, she did not have any maternal instinct - rather than going "awww and oooh" about babies and claiming that she wanted to become a mom one day, she viewed them more as peculiarities. Curious little things, but no emotional attachment. 

Occasionally - like today as well - she did find interesting things that she brought back for the kids to play with. They had not shown much appreciation for the coolness of antlers and bones and hides that you could chew on and toss around and do other great stuff earlier (mainly because they did not have teeth and could not see or hear either), but now she saw an opportunity to teach those kids something about life. So - on this afternoon she arrived at Teya's comfy home with a gnarly piece of tree root in her jaws.