Redhawk Caldera time after time

Meerkat looked bewildered at the strange riposte. She didn’t really have time to dwell on it, much less reply, because it turned out Bronco wasn’t capable of coming to the borders to meet her. Meerkat looked skyward when she heard his voice, familiar despite the distortion of time, space and possibly grievous injury.

She resisted the urge to call out again herself, fidgeting a little as the nameless she-wolf and Bronco exchanged another call before Meerkat found herself being ushered into the territory. She flashed a quick smile and nodded, expression morphing into something a bit soberer as they passed through the familiar landmarks of the caldera.

Bronco wasn’t alone. Meerkat glanced at the young girl—about Frolic’s age, if she had to guess—and wondered if she was his. Or perhaps she was one of Frolic’s litter mates. During her overnight stay, Meerkat had sussed out the identities of the little runaway’s parents.

Hi, she said quietly, eyes skipping over to Bronco and widening more than a little. Meerkat schooled her expression. Is it alright if I come in? she queried, looking over her shoulder to thank her no-name escort only to see that she had left.

Thanks for playing, Me!