Redhawk Caldera i was twelve years old and bullet proof

When it came to exploring on his own, Peter rarely had an original idea. He was more comfortable with following either adults or his siblings around, occasionally getting lost and then crying loudly until someone came to find him and bring him home. He was not ashamed of this unmannly behaviour, firstly, being too small to grasp the ideas of manliness and secondly... well, it always worked. 

So today there was kind of a new step in Peter's development, because rather than following and actual person, he followed a scent trail. Left by none other than Ferret. Nose to the ground, he ambled along, until the sound of stuff being destroyed announced that his rowdy brother was not far off. "Waaat?" he let out a whistling sound, seating himself near Ferret and watching his actions with genuine curiosity.