Redhawk Caldera goodnight, officers

Eeee! He was free again! The boy was overjoyed, and used his newfound skill at walking to parade around in awkward, staggering, and clumsy circles. He was an early walker, sure, but he had yet to develop the strength to be truly stable... or perhaps grace never would come to him. He had also yet to develop much for endurance, and soon plopped down on his rump somewhere in front of his mother.

She howled, and with his ears beginning to open, he was spurred to attempt copying. Though he managed an appreciably similar rise and fall in volume, he lacked the harmony in his sound, and his attempt was cut short as his head whipped around to the sudden movement of a leaf caused by a breeze.

His eyes roamed around what he could before only smell and feel. His eyesight was blurry, but he could distinguish ambiguous shapes and colors, and... one was moving. Toward them. He fixed on this grayish thing, lifting his butt off the ground as he leaned forward. Then there were other shapes coming.... and the little bandit peered brazenly at all of them.

There was no fear in him, just an unwavering stare as he took his first look at those who would become his next victims after he had graduated from tormenting his family alone.