Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

Lil’ Ricky! Towhee exclaimed, matching her great grandson’s energy as she ascended the slope.

She huffed a pant as she halted in the doorway to lean down and nuzzle the top of Lyric’s head. Every day, it seemed, she had to bend down a little less. She snuffled at one of his ears before raising her head again and peering past him at the rest of the little family still breakfasting in the rear of the den.

-“Did you eat? I need you for something that will require a lot of energy,”- she said, dropping her gaze back to his youthful face.