Redhawk Caldera call to adventure

Come! Come! Follow me!

The butterfly, with the soft scales, fluttering in the wood. Still pudgy Cardinal, tripping and stumbling after it. It led her out and away from the den, back towards its back. She reached a clumsy paw towards it, but only succeeded in falling over herself.

When she opened her eyes, on the ground, the butterfly was gone, and she was alone. Unable to recognize the landmarks around her yet, the little girl sat on her haunches and wailed a cry.

the wail freezes his blood and steals his breath from his lungs. his head snaps up like a soldier's to attention, ears cupping forth and he is off, careening in the direction his daughters cry had arisen from.

he does not know yet how to tell the difference between simply upset and danger and frightened and so assumes they all mean the latter.

cardinal, he croons to her rushing forward; gaze scouring for any sign of danger. he finds none, but his hackles remain bristled as he moves to draw her close to his chest. feeling that knot of tension within it lessening when she is within the safety of his embrace. what's wrong darling girl?

Like a knight on a horse, her father crashes through the trees and sweeps her into an embrace.

Babababa! She loses the enunciation with her continued sobbing, pointing the way the butterfly had flown.

Bubbflee g’way! ‘N den not, not abywere! Really, she hadn’t gotten too far, but it felt like miles.

it's ok, little songbird, shushes kivaluk, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. dry those tears. he encourages, in a low, soothing tones; easing the tension from his shoulders lest it feed into her emotions if she sensed it. it was almost strange, looking at her and seeing a mirror of his mother; sometimes almost gut wrenching.

the den's just back that way, he gestures in it's direction with a large paw. did you want to go back home or did you want to see if we could find your missing butterfly? whichever she chose, kivaluk would gladly adhere to.