Redhawk Caldera fikon

Redhawk Caldera was relatively small, and as far as Grimm could tell, the ladies outnumbered the men. This fact created a dynamic that she-of-many-brothers was wholly unfamiliar with. Suddenly, her genitals qualified her as one of the gang rather than the odd one out, and her fellow Va-Jay-Jay crewgirls were nothing like the prim, whiny witches that her brothers seemed to enjoy poking their willies into. These girls were badass.

The morning after the hunt with Tempest and Finn, Grimm was still enjoying the high of the chase. She was up at the crack of dawn, prowling the lower edge of the mountain with her eyes on the grasslands to the north. The Caldera wolves had jobs, and Grimm had decided that guard duty was the one for her - with any luck, something would appear on the horizon that would give her an opportunity to prove her suitability for the job.