Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

She hadn’t thought about it in such a long time, it really did take her a few minutes to dredge up her memory of—if not her very first taste of combat, then close to it. She had been a yearling at the time and many details were long lost to her. Towhee recalled a lot more about the preparations for that day than the day itself, though she distinctly remembered a white wolf attacking her, only for the lot of Blackfeathers to just as suddenly retreat back into their dank woods.

It was anticlimactic, she said, breaking the silence. Do you know what that word means? she asked, eyes swinging to Lyric’s face. We spent all this time planning to roust this rival pack from Blackfeather Woods, she said, which just happened to be within view. There. See those trees across the prairie?

Once more, it was tempting to Towhee to drop a line about the shadowy place and how we don’t go there… but she remained silent as she stared at the trees over yonder, before flicking her organe gaze back to the pup’s.