Redhawk Caldera that's a technical on the good neighbors.

"Seriously," Tiarnach replied, rolling his eyes and nodding. It'd been unseasonally rainy, causing the well-worn path between the Redhawks and Frosthawks to be muddy and slick. He had done his best to keep clean, but it'd been impossible—Tairnach felt like a hot mess express, and he couldn't wait to take a long bath after all of this traveling. He kept reminding himself that all of this hassle would be worth it in the end.

When Eshe bumped his hip, he turned to face her with a smirk. She didn't have to say anything; he had already picked up on what she wanted to do. He set off with a playful bark, leading them closer to the caldera. The headless moutain grew tenfold as they approached, and every so often, he'd glance up at it in awe; it was much bigger than he remembered. When they arrived at the borders, they decided to check out the various smells before summoning the pack. Tairnach trailed after his sister, still panting, as he began to familiarize himself with who resided here. Most of them were unfamiliar to him, but that did not deter him. This was the beginning of a life-changing adventure. Finally, he'd be free of his parent's constant observation; he'd live the life that he wanted to.

"On three," he agreed, "One ... two ..." and three! He tipped his head back and howled, harmonizing his deep baritone with the whimsical soprano that was his sister's voice.