Redhawk Caldera skydancer

Note to self: smol window between him joining RHC & then being taken by BFW

The caldera wasn't so different from the vale, and that fact was a comfort. Tit didn't remember being here before because of his age; he had no knowledge of the last winter, when he'd been held within an icy cave by nature's spontaneity. He saw the caldera for what it was: mountainous, enclosed, safe. It was familiar because of how closely it resembled the vale to him.

Yet it was still foreign in so many ways. It wasn't home - not yet - and Titmouse found it difficult to adapt. It hadn't been long though. A single night, maybe. He'd been awake since his conversation with Elwood, roaming and scent-rolling, trying to get a handle on things. The fact that Raven couldn't locate him wasn't exactly a fluke either. The boy had been careful to avoid well-used paths and kept to himself.

Except, when her scent became the strongest thing among the trees, Titmouse knew to stop his roaming and slow down a little. He was pacing atop a narrow ridge of stone when he spotted her silhouette below and let out a bark - then hastily clamored his way down the steep incline with as much finesse as an eager duckling. The momentum almost carried him by her, but he skidded to a stop before almost taking out her legs. Typical idiot.

Hey Raven! he greeted warmly before sucking in a few quick breaths to calm his energy, this place is huuuuge! How much of it have you seen? Did you see the big ridge over there or, or, maybe the view from that way? He was abruptly pacing around her, motioning with his nose in the various directions as he listed them, obviously wired as heck.