Redhawk Caldera it felt like springtime on this february morning

Tit was all too happy to follow his sister. Much like a baby duck might imprint on the first parental figure it spotted, Titmouse had glommed on to Raven as soon as he'd seen her; being the primary source of food and warmth had helped too. But he tawdled along after her, barking a strangled, Fass! as he immitated Rave's summoning of the dark child. He hung back a second or two and investigated what Orca was playing with, but then scampered on after the group.