Redhawk Caldera We used to sit up at the flats

His voice warbled and turned into meaningless song. As long as his tone remained friendly and playful, she didn't need to know the words being said, did she? Caro paid only slightly more attention to her brother's whisper — just enough to solidify the game that they were about to play.

Her vision narrowed on dark paws, following them with reptilian hunger as they were pulled out of range. The voices around her were muggy, like the distant rumble of thunder, and her blood began to sing in her veins.

It was a shock when the voices ended, and the wolf turned and began to flee... But not that much of a shock. That was what prey did, of course.

Caro did, then, as hunters must, and shot off like a lightning bolt in Hotah's wake. She was aware of Lyric in her periphery, and she kept one ear turned toward him, her partner in this hunt.