Redhawk Caldera When she sleeps there is a fever dream

Phox frowned when Bronco mentioned going home. He wished that the kid would talk at least a little bit, but if he'd learned anything from raising two litters, it was that sometimes they didn't want to talk, and pressing the issue always made things exponentially worse. Instead, Phox tried to keep the mood as light as possible with a nod.

Of course. And rain check on that tour? We can skip the cave, he said. Phox felt bad that the conversation had taken a turn for the worse, and he really did want to show Bronco the new digs in depth. There were plenty of places here that could really take your breath away, given the right mood. As for Phox, maybe he would go check out the cave anyway and see how the skull collection was doing. Maybe he could even grab a snack on the way and add one more to the pile.