Redhawk Caldera You're gonna have to learn to like the rockin' of the waves.

Awwww, Sorana whined when Reyes reneged on the swimming lessons. It would be easy to take it with some grace if it was leaf collecting or bug hunting or hide-and-go-seek, but Sora was terribly curious about the other side of the lake. Even a hint that she might be getting close to crossing was ambrosia, and having it snatched away, the greatest of disappointments.

To mask it and distract herself, Sorana focused on the newcomer. His fur was a lighter shade of brown than hers and paired with striking pale undersides. His eyes were a burnished gold colour, similar to daddy’s but not so bright. Sora took little note of the numerous scars. Bronco was wreathed in nervous energy that contrasted sharply against the tight aura that often surrounded her parents, but Reyes seemed calm, so she didn’t tense up.

Keen? she repeated, looking up at Reyes.