Redhawk Caldera coming out of my cage

The distraction was a good one for Clover, who peered at X as Towhee verbally regarded him. She found it cool they could talk, and wondered if she could communicate with him, too. As Towhee explained the game plan, Clover nodded. She did not know much about mountains other than the Caldera they resided upon, but took her sisters word for it. Clover had no reason at all not to trust her. Towhee had yet to misguide the Blackthorn girl.

Clover's tail wagged at Towhee's descriptor, vague though it was. What's your paradise? She asked with a tilt of her head, curious. Clover had never thought paradise to be a place. Her paradise was exactly this. Not the Caldera, but the wolves within it. It was cool, though, to think that it might be a place, too. She gamely gave herself to this distraction, her mind liking the idea of it.