Redhawk Caldera the felled giant

The Blackthorn family was lucky that their den hadn't been destroyed by the strong winds and heavy rain; there were so many things that could have happened to it. A tree could have fallen and blocked the entrance, or it could have flooded -- but somehow, none of those things had taken place, and they had been able to return to their home after the storm. There were quite a bit of debris scattered around the outside, like limbs and leaves, and Elwood had busied himself cleaning it up.

He had a cluster of small, broken branches in his mouth and had turned back towards the burrow when he noticed that Elwood Jr was exploring. His son's ability to walk was still fairly new, and it showed in his wobbly, unsteady gait. With brows raised in amusement, he watched as Eljay ambled towards a tree trunk that was sprawled across the dry grass nearby.

Dropping his collection, Elwood moved towards the boy, who had stopped and was staring at the mighty fallen tree. "Whatcha doing?" he asked amiably, curious to see how Eljay would reply.