Redhawk Caldera What does the future hold?

Amalia left the spear behind. At least for today. She went in search of where she had called home for a time. To look at it and form her own opinions. To forger her reality. Did she want a future with Killer absolutely. Did she want children. Also yes. But there were many worries. Would she be a good mom? Would she be able to even have kids? She had fought against her heat cycles for so long. What if her body no longer worked like it was supposed too.

She traced footfalls of friends gone. Their footprints long since faded, but she could remember some of where they went. She went through where there had been the mud fight and smiled fondly to think of Kivaluk and Chickadee and she hoped wherever they were they were happy and healthy and their children too.

Finally, she found herself beneath the hobbit hole and she sat, settled and tilted an ear. Closing her eyes to let the breeze flow over her. Content. Happy.