Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

At the time, we declared ourselves winners, Towhee said, looking back to the distant, dreary woods. But in hindsight… I’m not really sure. Then again, my hindsight is as clear as mud these days, she had to admit, frowning thoughtfully at the boy. Sorry, wish I had a more interesting tale to tell.

Thinking about the skirmish with the Blackfeathers inevitably made her think of Screech. Her brow scrunched as she found herself wondering whether the white she-wolf who’d rushed her that day had been one and the same as Screech’s mate later on. None of it mattered now, she supposed, and she wasn’t going to get into this story with Lyric. He wasn’t quite old enough to hear it.

You should ask me about my scars, she prompted a moment later, increasing her pace just a tad to put the new patroller through his paces.