Redhawk Caldera Always mountains one must scale

This was wrong.  A day or two had passed, and still he was missing.  Gannet had grown enough to know this was not usual, and to have heard the worry in the adults who previously searched.  If he had been told of their eventual discovery, it hadn't yet sunk in - perhaps he had chosen not to hear.

The thin white pup hadn't been the most rambunctious of late, but today he stood and wandered a ways from the den, his small tail waving in an agitated way.  And as he walked, his little voice sounded out, speaking the first tremulous words to ever cross his lips.  "Pete?  You hiding?"