Redhawk Caldera I see fire

I'm caffeinated and kind of bored, if anyone wants to spree.

Dove had finally worked up the courage to meet her little nieces and nephews, not knowing how many there were really; the area had been all hustle-and-bustle since their arrival, and Dove was still kind of perplexed by the fact that her sibling had kids. It wasn't that weird, actually. Yet with thoughts of Jaws looming in the back of her mind, she had been distracted. She was headed for the den with a neatly collected pile of flowers clutched in her teeth - completely unaware of the tragedy which had struck the little family in the day or so before. What had her mind in a tizzy was her conversation with Jaws - or rather, the little tiff they had shared - and the threat that he posed. So focused upon the problem that the boy posed, Dove overshot her route to the den, and ended up... Somewhere else. And when she came upon an ancient looking tree, she just stopped and stared at it - "Wait, what?" That wasn't there before.