Redhawk Caldera In search of

Finley, helpful as ever, named the rock for him. As if all rocks should have names. They were, after all, each unique. "Sparky!" he repeated, tail thumping the ground. Now that Finley had told him what that one was called, he wanted to know about the other two. "Who dis 'un?" he asked, touching one of the more neutral pebbles. It looked almost identical to its sibling, but it was slightly more jagged in places.