Redhawk Caldera In my mind

Confident that Peter would follow him, Elwood swung his head back around to face forward, counting his steps as he went. When he reached the double digits and still hadn't felt the tell-tale pinch of a set of little teeth on his tail, he slowed and then stopped, turning a full circle to look behind him.

He blinked, surprised to find that the miniature Redhawk had plunked himself down in the grass and was simply watching his uncle, his lips twisted into a smirk. Elwood grinned. "You little sneak!" he called, trotting back towards Peter. "Fine, then I'll chase you," he decided, giving a gentle pounce just feet from where the boy sat, his paws harmlessly flattening the plantlife.