Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

Oh you. P.S. I am a party pooper.

Fox giggled like a little girl at Finley's mock-rage. Thankfully the two were close enough that such things didn't offend them when coming from the other one. Not a moment too soon, Finley pointed out that they had walked right under a beehive. And when the beta looked to Fox for direction, the girl shrugged. "Doesn’t do us much good up there," she replied, "and I don’t think I can jump quite that high." Fox was pretty sure she couldn't even jump half as high as that hive was, to be completely honest.

"Shall we move on?" she asked. Fox really didn't think they would actually be able to find a fallen beehive as her father had, but the thought was something that got her out and about, so she tried to keep her hopes up and her senses alert for any such thing.