Redhawk Caldera Vessel

Bronte came rushing to the sound of a great commotion at the den. She was blind to the great battle that had unfolded. All that mattered was the frantic yelps, screams and snarls. One of the voices belonged to her brother, Ponyboy.

When she had at last arrived, the battle was over. A wolf she didn't know, but whom seemed oddly familiar, was there. Her brother looked shaken up, but un-hurt. She was confused. In shock. Then, rendered speechless as her eyed laid on the vision of none other than her dad.

Dad!

He was here! But how?! He shouldn't be! This wasn't possible, was it?

She stood wide eyed, paws frozen to the ground. Her legs locked at the joints. 

"D-dad...? H-how?"

The breath was taken from her voice. The salty water, pricking at her eyes.