Redhawk Caldera swamp-moss

shenanigans kept up pretty well. chickadee squealed too, whirling around to lick noisily at her friend's face. sister, really, as far as the kid was concerned. "hmmm." the tone was exaggerated, and she tapped her chin with one paw.
"look!" a little rise under the summer grass, topped with a small stone and a ring of white mushrooms.
"we try!" chickadee declared, charging forward. she prepared to leap the rock, but recoiled with a scream as a giant cicada buzzed directly off the warm surface toward her face.