Redhawk Caldera for real life.

It started out as a quiet morning in the Caldera. The sun had barely begun to peek out from the horizon and make the world glow a hazy yellow-ish white, helped by the frost and light dusting of snow that covered the ground. Even the birds hadn't woken just yet, but today was not their day to sleep in. They, like others nearby, would wake to the sound of a young wolf howling out a happy cry, a crash and crunch of frosted leaves, and a fit of singing laughter.

It repeated again and again as Glee Blackthorn went barreling in and out of the large pile of leaves that had collected against an outcropping. When finally she paused, it was to bury herself in the pile and begin rolling around, kicking her legs up into the air and grinning as the leaves went flying.