Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

It was not much different than what her mother might have once said to her. No more than one territory away, take someone with. The unspoken looming idea that something worse than just a hunting accident had happened. This did not scare as much as it motivated. If children were here, they needed the extra bodies for protection. Whether by only looking or by acting.

Introduce, hunt, take Alivia or Cinar. Half-echoed if only for her memory's sake. Not that she imagined she'd particularly forget this interaction. The way it had started and now how it bound them together under one thing.

Trailhawk of Redhawk.

Thank you. She offered and extended a paw in the small, rain-dampened space between them. It did not need to be reciprocated but she wished to show that she meant her words. She would be here, she would help.