Redhawk Caldera Proactive evolution

Something about the taste of the air was heavy, almost wet today. Although he had experienced the sensation dozens of times before, this was the first time Phox realized what would come after: rain. Raven was nearby, laying peacefully in the grass watching over the Firebirds while they meandered about the rendezvous site exploring in one way or another. @Towhee was (as usual) glued to Phox's side, though she seemed preoccupied with a blade of grass.

-Water,- he signaled to her after tapping her shoulder, muzzle jerking up toward the sky once to create a new word that he didn't know the spoken version for: rain. His little fidgety body twitched at the thought of it, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to find some trees and curl up beneath them. Instinct was a powerful thing.