Redhawk Caldera strangers get born, strangers get buried

Sylvie felt a sting of self-consciousness. There was nothing reckless or impulsive about her, and she wondered if there were more Blackthorns like her and Daddy that were tame and predictable. Yeah, like I said before, everybody who lived with the Frosthawks seemed pretty nuts to me. At least those who stayed around. But they had been kind, which mattered most to her.

She was reassured about 'Dwin's paw, taking the words at face value, and she nodded and dropped the subject.

The story of Ceridwin's encounter with the hag had Sylvie on the edge of her seat; she'd never heard of such a place and wondered if magical elements existed there. Maybe the entire place was magical, she offered, eyes wide and voice quiet. Maybe that's where she powers up! Oh, they had to go! Sylvie had to see this place for herself. The cherry on top was that this "hag" also seemed to be raised by their grandparents, which only enticed her further.

I'm ready whenever that paw of yours is good! she said enthusiastically, her tail wagging and her forepaws drumming in excitement. Just come and get me, and I'll be ready!