Redhawk Caldera Now turn us loose

Whip did not need any prompting to go play. As soon as the firebirds 2.0 set foot in the Rendezvous Site, Whip bolted away from his parents and brothers to run, jump, and play to his little heart's content in the rolling hills of the caldera. He set off down a hill, tumbling clumsily as he went, until he settled at the bottom in a heap with his tongue lolling dumbly out of the side of his mouth. His sides heaved with childish excitement.

Surely, the rendezvous site beat the whelping den by a long-shot. Though he had been a bit nervous to leave the home he knew behind, Whip was sure he would get used to the new diggs real fast.