Redhawk Caldera Don't be afraid to catch feels

His haggard breath caught in his throat when Towhee's flat voice rang out nearby and his ears pressed back sheepishly on his head. For some reason, Nightjar was a little embarrassed to have been caught out in what he considered one of his weaker moments. There was just something so oppressive about caves and it didn't sit well with him. The younger Redhawk told him it was bad luck. He would have agreed with her even before she went on to tell him why.

"Wow," he panted, seating himself and trying his best to hide the quiver in his legs. "I only went down there once, as a kid. Dad made us. There was a real bad storm or something. Technically it probably saved us." He didn't remember the specifics. He didn't really remember being lost, either. He did remember being unable to see anything and feeling like he was going to suffocate the entire time. It still haunted his nightmares, if he was being honest with himself.

"But I believe you, it felt like badness the first time too," he said emphatically, wrinkling his nose at the crevice. It didn't surprise him at all that the "Safety" Cave had proven to be one of the most unsafe places in their territory.