Redhawk Caldera it is also a volcano

Amalia did not want to dwell on the details about getting mauled by a beast and Dwin perfectly understood that. She also hated to return to that rainy, muddy day, when she had found her little Miss Dee lying unconscious and not knowing in the beginning, whether her sister had been still alive or not. Yet it was a bit of a relief to hear that this had not happened anywhere near caldera. Although she had grumpy thoughts about the younger brood of Blackthorns, she would not want to wish any one of them harm.

"Same old, same old. Watching kids, filling caches and checking the borders, whenever it is possible," she told with a shrug. A super-boring existence. A far cry from the exciting life she had imagined herself to live. By this age she should already have become a ninja-spy-master (or something along those lines) or at least rid some haunted forests of demonic possessions. As it turned out in real life you did not even need supernatural danger. The regular one was quite enough to trigger adrenaline rushes and leave her exhausted and sleep-deprived. 

"Have you... ever wanted to become a leader?" Dwin suddenly asked, looking Amalia up and down. Something Teya had hinted to her in their last conversation made her wonder. What if... or rather why not Amalia?