Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

It was tempting, of course, to tell him, “Everything the light touches is our kingdom” because Towhee was totally a The Lion King fangirl. But instead, she pointed downward, trying to call his attention to the foot of the stumpy mountain.

The bottom of the slope—also known as the foot—makes our borders pretty distinct. Any wolf with half a brain will know that the dozen or so yards leading up to it are also dangerous territory best avoided.

They would head down there in good time, though Towhee didn’t mind hanging out here a few more minutes and enjoying the views. She peered at the side of Lyric’s face, smiling a little at his expression. His world had just grown by a lot, she imagined.