Redhawk Caldera a n o a n a

Shenanigans seemed easily distracted, but Bronco didn’t really mind following whatever her thought pattern was. He liked to be agreeable, when it came to talking with kids. He thought it helped nurture their creativity when he went along with their suggestions. 

”Be pretty cool eh? I’d fly if I had wings.” He commented. As far as he knew, heights didn’t bother him too much. He was wary of mountains for several reasons, but more for the precarious nature of their rocks and boulders than their height.

To the mention of Bobstones, he was delighted to hear he might have finally scored a dedicated partner. Most found it a fairly boring game- and she might too, once she tried it, but at least she was willing to give it a shot. ”I’ll teach you. It’s a fun game- all about being clever. I think you’ll be good at it.” He commented, inhaling sharply when he caught sight of another feather- this one smaller, thinner and black. 

As it turned out, she was much quicker at gathering things than he was. He’d also been thinking quietly to himself, or explaining to her, and perhaps hadn’t been searching as quickly. ”Wow!” He said, as he dropped his two feathers next to her lot. ”Yer good at this, Shenanigans,” The kid’s name was a mouthful, wasn’t it? ”We just need…Hmm. I think this, and this, those should do,” He said, sweeping some dirt aside with his paw and singling out two very small pebbles- ones she might be able to use for her hand in the game. 

He remembered how Kukutux used to carry items in a skin pouch, and how Fennec had done something similar for her herbs. He wished, now, he has something similar, but they’d manage. 

”Mkay, comere for a sec, an’ I’ll put your feathers on you. Which two do you want to wear?” He asked.