Redhawk Caldera I don't sweat under any circumstances.

Skipping Fiadh as she's gone on PPC <3

At Clover's greeting, Lucca blew her a raspberry and slipped in a quick, quiet, "no, you're stinky!" before Towhee began with her story. The thumps of all of their tails hitting the ground provided a pleasant, if not slightly off-beat, rhythm. Lucca wiggled as he sat, undecided if he wanted to rest his head on his paws or sit upright and so constantly changed position as their sister relayed information that the boy didn't entirely digest.

He perked up at the mention of Raven and Lagan, two of the few wolves that Towhee spoke of that he actually knew. The eagerness that he displayed suddenly shifted to the creature beside the adult's head, though, at the same time as Clover spotted it. His orange eyes darted to it and watched with fascination, also not even trying to hide his obvious inattention.