Redhawk Caldera yes yes, bombay is very nice this time of year.

Lucca sat amongst his siblings as pack members emerged from the tree line and into the rendezvous area. There was an eerie sense of trepidation both in the air and on all of the Redhawk wolves' faces, though the boy couldn't yet put a word to the feeling. His discomfort showed itself through a rapidly beating tail and his inability to sit still, continuously leaning over and fiddling with Fiadh's ears, snapping at Tegan playfully, or trying to taunt Clover.

He settled down only when Finley began to speak with an undeniable air of authority, providing the reason for why the meeting was called. Blackfeather. He had heard mentions of it by the older members of the pack but never paid any real attention. Politics, to the boy, was placed low, low, low on his list of priorities, right down there with personal hygiene. The humourless tone of his mother's words, however, caused Lucca's usually sunny features to furrow in concern as he listened intently. She used a similar voice when he or his littermates had done something wrong, and so he knew this was Important. With a capital I.

The word Drageda passed over his head, as the boy had not interacted with many of their strange guests while they were in their territory, but his ears perked at the familiar names. He sought them out in the crowd as each wolf was named, grinning cheerfully at them despite the sombre situation. The grin faded as he processed Finley's next words. Away from the Caldera? He followed her gaze over to Raven and Lagan, and his frown deepened. "Wh—" he began, but quickly cut himself off as his father made sure everyone understood the plan. Lucca turned to stare at the ground between his paws frustratedly, mind buzzing with both questions and complaints. As much as he loved the dark medic and his older brother, he didn't want to go into the mountains. He wanted to stay here.

Towhee's sudden, overly loud shout only served to encourage him, and the boy looked to his parents with an excited spark in his eye. He was the biggest in the litter, and he had squashed millions of bugs. He could help! "I want to fight, too!" he announced loudly as his pleading gaze darted between them.