The Heartwood a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime

Actually, Cypress was wondering the same thing. He, Rian, and Rannoch had had good reason for leaving Neverwinter Forest behind — missing family members, dead family members, the wicked witch of the wilds becoming the pack’s new alpha female — and it hadn’t felt like home for more than half of the raven’s young life. That being said, he also had to wonder why Lagan didn’t just go with his sister. The strongest personal ties Cypress had were to his brothers, and he wouldn’t have been happy to go anywhere unless the three of them went together. Fortunately his loyalty hadn’t been tested so cruelly, because Rian and Rannoch felt largely the same way. In that way, Cypress’d had it easy — he hadn’t had to choose between home and family the way Liffey and Lagan had. “Why’s it great?” he asked, shaking out his wild eldritch fur and stretching out on his belly. What he imagined in his head was an oversized bird’s nest.

“I’ve never heard that word before — caldera.”

At the risk of sounding like an idiot, Cypress dipped his chin and scuffed a paw in mild embarrassment before asking point blank: “I mean, is it like a giant bird nest, or what?” in a bashful mumble.