Redhawk Caldera soup

Somnia's admission fished an unusually girlish squeal from Grimm's lungs. She practically bounced where she sat, thrilled by the news - she was loathe to admit it, but Grimm loved gossip. In a small, family-run pack, news was thin on the ground - here, the possibilities were endless. There were over a dozen wolves here, and she knew nothing about them - there were veritable tomes of discovery to be made. "And?" she pressed, leaning forward.