Redhawk Caldera baby camp

Cinar couldn't help his chuckle as he watched Carolina think it all through. He supposed it was a hard question, one she had never considered before. Maybe that was a good thing - a sign of an independent girl.

He sounds like a dutiful king indeed.

Rising to the top of the bowl, Cinar looked over the landscape. No wolves - but he did see something better, only revealed by one hop in the grass. Shooting forward, he returned with a toad clenched softly in his jaws.

You know the story of the queen and the toad? He asked through a muffled tongue. Cinar supposed she wouldn't, given the actual story was The Princess and the Frog.