Redhawk Caldera scapegoat

"We haven't done anything," Elwood countered irritably, and Grimm dissolved into fits of HAHAHAHA as she picked up the pace, her white hind leg flashing between the trees. "EXACTLY!" she yelled over her shoulder, and disappeared from view.

That night, huddling near her intended den - where a black bear still slumbered sweetly, unaware of it's impending diarrhoea death - Grimm allowed the fear to take her. Would she have to leave? Should she leave, to save face? The thoughts milled like a cloud of bees in her head, drowning out everything else.