Redhawk Caldera have you tried flushing the cache?

Nightjar didn't answer his question about being a warrior, and Phox squinted at his brother in return. He did vaguely comprehend that the older siblings seemed to tune-out midway through his explanation, so he made a mental note to break things into smaller pieces next time. Unlike his mother, Phox was talkative and loved to go on-and-on about whatever his mind was on.

"Sorry, sometimes I talk too much," he said with a sheepish shrug. Phox headed toward the next cache at an easy trot, flicking an ear back and asked, "What were they like? Mom and dad?" It was rare for him to refer to his parents as such, considering he had never met them, but he knew Nightjar must have known something about them he hadn't already heard.