Redhawk Caldera Olive garden

Daddythread! :D

Raven had worn herself out with all the running and exploring she had done in the past few days since the family had moved to their new rendezvous site.  Each day, she set off in a different direction and had already discovered so many interesting things.  In a small, sparse stand of trees, she'd found a rotted piece of log which, when rolled over (with great effort, as it was just big enough to be too heavy for her to move easily), revealed a fascinating assortment of bugs, worms, and beetles writhing and crawling in the moist dirt beneath.  Another cool find had been a very tiny stream of rainwater runoff which, when she laid her body down across it, would pool up and eventually run around each side of her to trickle past her and resume its course.  It was ticklish and felt funny.  She'd already found lots of interesting rocks and sticks she'd have to show Wildfire later, and she'd come across a few interesting flowers and mosses she hadn't seen before too.

Needless to say, she'd been so busy that when she slept, she was all but a corpse.  She was out, snoring like a little buzzsaw on her soft bed of grass, when a sudden and jarring kick from a dreaming Wildfire jolted her awake.  Noticing the soft light of dawn and the absence of her father, she sat up and looked around, yawning.  She spotted Peregrine standing a short distance away, watching something intently.  The little blackbird stepped around her sleeping siblings and toddled toward her dad, stopping when she stood beside him.  "Hi, Da-dee," she greeted him adoringly, tail waving behind her.