Redhawk Caldera dusthouse

Bluejay giggled again, harder this time, and ran in a hectic circle around her.  He was distracted by the blowing of an early autumn leaf and jumped on it, tearing it to pieces before his head and ears shot up at her offer.

He looked at her dubiously, a few leaf-bits still clinging to his chin.  It's not just starin?  I don't wanta just stare.  Fishing looked boring, a lot of standing in water when they could be playing in it instead.