Redhawk Caldera Oh baby, why did you run away?

The firebirds were growing like little weeds as the days passed by towards Summer in the Caldera.  Fin could never stop marveling over how big they were getting.  So well could she remember the days when they were just tiny little meatballs, squirming around, blind and deaf, loosing their bowels and stomach contents at will.  Truth be told, they still did that now, but they at least were trained up enough to do so outside of the den and not all over themselves, so the clean up was far more minimal.  But anyway, I digress.

Fin was actually already on her way to the Redleaf-Disarinno den with a gift for the family when a tiny, but plenty loud, voice reached her ears.  She paused for a moment, canting her head as she listened to the childish butchering of her name upon the wind.  A smile spread swiftly across her muzzle as recognition came to her, and with quickened steps she ran the rest of the way to the alphas' home to spy little Nightjar standing there with his father.  With a muffled woof as her greeting, she trotted up to the pair and dropped her gift - the lower half of a deer's back leg, complete with hoof and scraps of hide and meat - onto the ground for them.

"Sup lil' Ninja?" Fin said, directing her attention to the little boy who had called out for her after giving Peregrine a non-verbal greeting.