Redhawk Caldera the part you throw away

Colt wasn't exactly thrilled to be drawn into his sister and her group's rivalry with the neighbors, but he wasn't sad for the excitement.  Way more interesting than wandering about looking at lakes.

He could understand why others might be a bit nervous though, especially those young enough to not have done much fighting.  He himself had been an idiot at that age, ready to throw himself at anyone just to prove he could, but a few hard knocks had taught him sometimes a little caution meant living, and boy did he like living.

Now he supposed he was one of the veterans in this here group, being older than a good chunk of the wolves here.  So when he caught sight of Titmouse sitting and looking rather, well, pathetic, he didn't hesitate too long before approaching.

"Hey, kid.  Something eating you, or you just tryin to raise the water level?"