Redhawk Caldera Tretale.

Things were well enough upon the Moonspear that Killdeer thought he'd take a little trip to the caldera for old times' sake. He was enjoying the diversion until a still figure caught his eye, and the spinning world came to a staggering halt.

Was she dead? Oh, fuck, she was dead.

Killdeer's heart was lodged firmly in his throat as he came closer, the sight of her distinctive coat against the snow sending him into a panic. He broke into a trot, and then a slow gallop, breathing coming fast and ragged.

And then she moved.

Oh, thank God, he exclaimed, slowing his pace and shaking his head. What are you doing laying around like that?! I thought you were dead, Gramma.