Redhawk Caldera Everything the light touches

"Psssss!" Nightjar repeated, kneading his paws against the soil like some sort of feline and gazing adoringly at his father's face rather than the splendid caldera he was supposed to be looking at. "Pssssssssssssss," he continued to quietly hiss to himself as Peregrine swept a paw over their surroundings, drawing his young son's attention to the grey-blue basin of the topless mountain.

His father was speaking. Nightjar could comprehend far more than he could say, and understood the concept of sharing in some minimal fashion. He knew his sisters were Wildfire and Raven. The rest of what his father said was more confusing. Although he couldn't comprehend enough to realize it, and although he couldn't say it, it was unlikely that Nightjar would ever leave Redhawk Caldera, and it was equally unlikely that he would be the one to inherit it one day. His aspirations would lie elsewhere. Still, as if he appreciated his father's future gesture, he pressed himself closer to Peregrine's sturdy leg and crooned, "sterrrrkerrrt?"