Redhawk Caldera The map lied to me!

Nobody he was familiar with looked like that, nor reacted in that way around him. So once he collected himself and became aware of what was transpiring, Titmouse's fur stood on-end and he cowered back a step. The boy was usually ridiculous, high-energy, and filled with the youth-centric bravado of the stupidly young. Perhaps it was his previous excursion that had tempered him? Or the shock of finding this puddle of angry snow in the middle of spring! Either way he acted uncharacteristically mute, backing away from the bared teeth and pinning his ears to block the sound of the low rumbling. His instincts told him to get as small as possible but that was nearly impossible, considering how tiny Titmouse really was.