Redhawk Caldera Always mountains one must scale

Having never seen a hunt, Gannet had trouble picturing what his father described.  Attacking to kill didn't make any sense, though he did understand the gist.  Danger in strangers - instinct twinged at this.

Safe now.  Sleeping. Gannet's look cleared, and he nodded.  This was ok then.  "Play later." he said quietly, not comprehending the permanence.  Surely dad and mom wouldn't keep Pete away for long, and once he was awake, they could adventure once more.  His little tag wagged once or twice at the thought, and he scuffed at the ground, eager for that time.