Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

He looked puzzled at the little girl playing with his even tinier paw, confused as to what was making her act like only that paw was threatening enough to be attacked. Still, he payed it little thought as the conversation with her mother continued. Thank you. The first thankful words spoke truly only to him. He had to say, there words were awfully close to filling him with delight. It was not often he was thanked for something, but it felt good. Before he could comment, his attention shifted to the girl. Like a cat she was roughly snuggling with his leg, and he smiled warmly at her. Belly exposed to him, he did nothing, even though a tickle attack would've been a funny thing to do. He figured Fin would not be happy with that, and so he refrained, watching her retreat when her mother called for her. Yeah, he liked that kid.

I'll try. He said with a nod. It was not a promise, nor a refusal. He cleared his throat awkwardly, realizing he had been spending way more time with the broken little family than he had intended. His ears pressed in his neck he set a few steps back. Well, I better get going then. The sooner I'm done the sooner I can look for her.