Redhawk Caldera friends break up, friends get married

Sylvie hadn't considered her knack for history to be something that could help the family, and her expression brightened as she thought it over. You know, you're right, she said, eyes gleaming for the first time since returning. I-I'll start doing that. She felt something she hadn't felt in quite some time: purpose, which felt good.

She shook her head, shrugged, and laughed at Ceridwen's question. T-That's a great question, she said. Although she didn't want to speak ill of the individuals who'd taken her in for so long, she agreed: it was weird that people like that existed. The whole family helps raise the younger kids, but I noticed that the older kids got burned out easily and usually left the pack. She didn't blame them—she probably wouldn't have handled that lifestyle very well. And they ... somehow manage to remember all their kid's names. I'm not sure how t-they do it. She could only remember a paw full of times that Rannoch or Liffey fumbled to remember their children's names.