Redhawk Caldera We used to sit up at the flats

Carolina was less concerned about their packages wandering by. It wasn't Gigi, so she wasn't too interested in running out to greet them — but when she heard Lyric engage them, and when she heard talk of gifts, well!

The girl burst from the den and galloped toward the pair with her usual single-mindedness. Her eyes were fixed on the gifts, but she lost interest rather quickly. They didn't move or squeak, which meant that Hotah — who could both move and make noise — was instantly a more interesting prospect.

"I want to hunt," she asserted, looking at the male rather directly. One might glean that she meant this more as an order than a passing comment. A, take me hunting, now, or suffer the consequences.

But Carolina's attention span was fickle, and the consequence was this: Hotah quickly became the prey. Carolina tensed, adopting a stalking pose. Her target? The male's large paws and sturdy ankles.