Redhawk Caldera turquoise

"yeah, it's all for you," chickadee told the boy. "well, some of it needs to go to the little kids, but help me carry it in." kukutux had devised clever pouches for the venison, of skin-side-in deerhide also meant to be left behind as tools. chickadee had managed to bring three along.
"here," she said, holding out the smallest of the medium-sized bags. "put it over your shoulders, like this. might drag a bit. walk carefully." her eyes were curious. "you're one of bronco and teya's, huh? i'm chickadee. maia and eljay are my parents."