Redhawk Caldera Gremlinade

When Ceridwen appeared, Frolic gave her sister a quick glance and then stepped back from her handiwork. She breathed a little heavily and her muscles ticked from the exertion. She eased onto her haunches.

I’m practicing making a bed that’ll help with insla—insulation, Frolic explained, patiently correcting her own enunciation, so I don’t freeze my balls off in the cold. Oh, wait… She held a paw up to her mouth and snickered.

Dropping it a moment later, her expression grew thoughtful as she regarded the dugout for a few beats. It looked alright to her. It wasn’t perfect but it would probably get the job done. There was really only one way to find out for sure though: she would have to spend the night in it.

I’m gonna leave by the end of the week, she announced, apropos of nothing, catching Ceridwen’s eye. So now’s your last chance to throw me a surprise going away party…