Redhawk Caldera this is life in color.

Peregrine wasted no time in vaulting his squealing daughter over to her godmother. He apparently had had quite enough of her, which was perfectly okay with Fin. She crawled just into the mouth of the den and curled up on the ground, setting her gaze upon the little lump of puppy as she figured out this magical new land her father had placed her in.

She watched as the little wolf (geebus, it still felt weird to call the little meatball a wolf), fully anticipating that she would start screeching bloody murder again since she had made it quite clear in her life thus far that she did NOT like change. But, the screaming never came. Instead came a weird little scrunchy face on her already scrunchy face and a wag of the little stub they were likely supposed to call her tail.

Fin quirked a brow at Wildfire, wondering what it was she was trying to accomplish or to communicate. She lowered her nose until her muzzle was just above the pup's head and took a few deep sniffs, causing the tiny strands of hair upon Wildfire's crown to flutter from the force.