Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

Frolic didn’t say anything right away. She was fighting a losing battle with her eyelids, it was true, but she was also listening to every word her sister said. She would never give up a paw—she was clumsy enough with four and enjoyed running far too much—but she didn’t think she cared about her firstborn. She wasn’t actually sure she understood that part though.

What do you mean? I take Glee and Badger with me all the time. I just don’t want to have to, she tried to explain, which was more difficult than it should’ve been on account of her exhaustion. Did you go by yourself? What would you have done different? Frolic wondered, curiosity stoked again.