Redhawk Caldera with fire and gold in our eyes.

As the last tendrils of daylight relinquished their grasp upon the evening, Liffey was found curled quietly at the mouth of her family's den, staring eagerly up towards the sky. Sorrow had enveloped her family recently and while the incident with Lucy had frightened and upset her, she was more affected in the way that she desparately missed her littermate and companion and less in the fact that she truly understood what was going on. Lagan was fun and all, but it was so cool how her darker sister just blended in with the night, and she enjoyed nothing quite like hunting for things in the dark be they crickets, fireflies or little black sisters.

The pup's ears swiveled upon her head as a faint chirp sounded somewhere in the hush. Her tail wriggled harder at the noise, but she did not move yet as she knew that it was still too far for her to reach. Liffey had inherited her father's patience with her mother's curiosity, and it seemed to be quite the perfect combination on nights such as these.