Redhawk Caldera i feel god in this chili’s tonight

“Sit down,” a suddenly seated Ceridwen commanded, snapping Frolic out of her preoccupation. She promptly scampered to her superior’s side and took a seat, spine stiff as she sat up straight, only to bend over double when Ceridwen pointed at something beneath the ledge.

Frolic leaned over the lip of the rocky ledge to peer down at a pair of large catfish lazily circling below. The pup wrinkled her nose (ow!) and then looked up at her sister, dearly hoping Ceridwen wasn’t about to make her eat fish for breakfast… or any other meal, for that matter.

She didn’t say that outright, instead drawling, Yeahhhhh?