Redhawk Caldera Reactivity

Dirt didn't taste as tasty when you ate it against your will. Playtime didn't feel very playful for the same reason.

Caracal had been playing with his twin sisters until he had caught sight of a third ruddy form, raced over, and ate dirt. Maybe he should have known better - their dad wasn't the most physically affectionate parent - but he was so gosh darn excited to see him!

Not now, though. Now the boy crowded under his mother. His chin hurt. His teeth had snapped together hard when he had gone down. There was a pinched feeling to his scruff that was only beginning to come through his field of awareness - through the shouting, then the rattled silence after.

Tierra was shouting and running.

Mom was there, holding him. Caracal didn't even cry. He burrowed against her quietly and did not want to let go, realizing that he was shivering. It was his first experience with adrenaline and the uncontrollable quaking was a decidedly unnatural sensation.