Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

The weather was deliciously cooler than Glee could ever remember it being in her short life. There was a crispness to the breeze that brought her some feeling she couldn't explain, but that she loved. Her father had explained to her that Autumn was coming, her mother adding that meant it was almost something called spooky season. The little girl was clueless as to what that really meant, but she was beyond thrilled at the news nonetheless.

Morning was slipping steadily towards afternoon while Glee enjoyed the day. Spooky season apparently meant a gathering of grasshoppers that chirped and bounced all along the shores of the little creek that stretched from one end of the Caldera to the other. Glee prowled its shores after the bugs, getting in some hunting practice but mostly just enjoying herself.