Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

His head cocked at her answer, somehow doubting that. But then she asked him a question, one she'd already asked with different words. Caracal realized he hadn't really answered then, so he shifted his weight and settled more comfortably in his seat as he contemplated how to respond.

"There's lots to do," he insisted, "like exploring... hunting... patrolling... uh... hanging out. I spend a lot of time with my mom and Killdeer. Sometimes I hang out with my sisters," though often he just as often avoided them because they did have a tendency to be less than pleasant toward him. Although Vesper did remind him of the twins, he quietly hoped she didn't turn out to be an awful pain in the ass too.

"I can show you Hobbit Hill," he thought aloud a moment later. "It's basically the rendezvous site. The Hobbit Hole is just below it, which is a big den anybody can use." Caracal twitched an ear and looked sideways at Vesper, wondering if she'd be interested. "It's where I was born," he also thought to share.