Redhawk Caldera Brilliance Autumn Fern

Ceridwen indicated that Frolic should take point. Momentarily forgetting they were on a quest, she burst into a gallop that carried her about a hundred yards ahead of her sister. Then Frolic remembered herself, dug her little black heels into the ground and swiveled. She grinned and scampered back toward the older she-wolf.

Oh! I know! she gasped the instant Ceridwen prompted her about where she’d like to plant her tooth.

She ran ahead again, though Frolic tempered her speed slightly as she led Ceridwen toward one of the caldera’s sloping interior walls. There was a large, airy burrow there. Some called it the Hobbit Hole. There was a very pretty tree growing over top of it, right at the crest of a small hillock.

Whatabouthere? she asked, the words rushing out of her in a breathless stream as she stood beneath the existing tree, albeit slightly to one side.