Redhawk Caldera Woes vs. whoas

He had made it a habit of roaming in the vicinity of the rendezvous site, though as he emerged from sleep, he found the earth was not as dry as the previous night. To his enjoyment, the ground was covered in large puddles, and to the boy, this was the jackpot. He didn't like swimming so much, but he did like the water. His earliest memory of his family was the trip to the river, his fondest recollection of his mother. 

But this day, he had much more important things on his mind.

As he wandered, he made it a job of splashing in every puddle as he went, deeming it his civic duty to do so. By the time he neared the large group consisting of Peregrine, someone-that-looked-like-Fox-but-wasn't, The Ferret, Gannet, and another male he had never seen before. He burst from the pines, looking rather estranged, stopping right in the path of the lookalike Fox. The majority of him was doused in mud, though he had payed no mind to his appearance, nor the frenemny that also apparently had the same idea as him about the puddles.

"Who are you?" He shoved in the not-Fox's face, taking in a huge whiff of her scent, as his nose scrunched up as he tired to decipher who the heck this was. His tone was rather blunt, but he did not really care so much, rather, his own curiosity taking the bulk of his mannerisms.