Redhawk Caldera on a cloudy day

Clover sniffed around the rendezvous area, straying a little further than typical. Her parents were no doubt nearby and keeping a watchful eye, and Clover had no designs to stray any further. There was just a very interesting scent that had caught her attention... but she zig-zagged around, unable to keep to it. Her tail waved behind her as she thought she was close, though it would still when she recognized she had hit another dead end. 

Pouting, the twelve week old squinted at the earth. Whatever this weird-but-good smell was, she would find it. Mommy! Daddy!!! she summoned, her voice holding the urgency of any child who thought what they were doing was important as she called to @Finley and @Elwood. There was no thread of fear in it and so no need for them to worry, and Clover dashed back in their direction with her oversized paws.