Redhawk Caldera In search of

Fin in her laziness did not get up to walk over and see what her nephew had with him. She had hoped he'd collect them and bring them over to her, but it seemed not. She crawled forward on her belly instead until she was a foot or so closer, craning her neck to peer at the rocks Phox was now introducing to her. She cringed slightly as her godson explained what Titmouse had tried to do with them, knowing this was not the first time. "Yeah, we have to work on that..." she muttered to herself before giving up on her laziness and pulling herself up onto all fours.

She trotted over to stand above the boy, looking down at his treasures. He nudged the geode and looked upon it with obvious fascination. A grin slid across her muzzle at his admiration. "You know what that kind of rock is called?" Fin offered, her tail wagging, "It's called a 'sparkly'!"

Yeah, Finley was quite the geologist.