Redhawk Caldera we go where we want to.

Liffey had been less than pleased to be awoken that morning, just to be pushed out of the den. Her traveling companions would never have known of course, for she was just as mild-mannered and quiet as ever as she trekked along. She didn't understand where it was she and her twin were being taken, but the little girl was perfectly content to trust her mother who acted as tour guide minus the informational commentary.

The walk was a longer one than ever she had taken, but she did not complain. It wasn't only obedience that drove her forward, but curiosity for the world they traveled through. All she had known thus far was the space around her family's den, but apparently there was far more to this place. It did not frighten her, but she kept close to Finley's heels nonetheless.

When finally they arrived, Liffey was indeed ready to drop to her belly and nap as intrigued as she was by this new location. When she spotted Gannet, excitement grew and she bounced eagerly towards him to nudge his pale muzzle in an enthusiastic greeting. Her gusto had returned to her, so even when he milled away from her, Liffey turned around to explore these new grounds with renewed vigor. Her nose trailed through the grass as she walked, her head swinging to and fro as she happily took it all in.