Redhawk Caldera I'm not much, but I'm here

Frolic woke up this morning feeling like someone was sitting on her chest. Her throat felt awfully scratchy too, like it did after she shouted a lot whilst playing. After peeling herself off the frosty ground, she made a beeline for the nearest drink of water. It helped, though she felt awfully tired for someone who’d just gotten out of bed.

Despite how she felt, the youngster went trotting around the caldera. When she spotted Amalia in the distance, she decided to race toward her. By the time she caught up to the dark woman, she was terribly out of breath. Frolic stood there and wheezed, her eyes flying wide when she got a closer look at her pack mate.

Did the hellcat do that to you?! Are you going to die too?! Frolic demanded hoarsely, her fur ironically poofing like a spooked cat’s.