Redhawk Caldera perfect sky

It was pissing down with rain that day, and the prospect of returning to square one - wandering the rain-soaked valley alone - rooted Grimm to the fringes of the Caldera forest, staring north. Maybe tomorrow. It was the third time in a row that she had put off the inevitable.

She took to sniffing around a decaying log, sticking her head in one end to see if there was anything interesting going on in the dark - and, of course, got stuck.