Redhawk Caldera listening to the wind and calling it a melody

@Maia @Teya ! Here have a baby

She didn’t quite know how long she had been walking, just that it was a very large number that was more than the amount of toes she had. Her pawpads hurt.

She kept her spirits up with gentle chirping songs, little lullabies her mother taught her, noodling little melodies she came up with on the spot. Georgette tried, oh she tried, but by that day she was wearing thin. All she could do was croak out half notes, her body sore and aching, her head dropped down towards her feet.

Then, she ran into a veritable wall of scent. She paused right before she would have stepped on one of the lines, her tired eyes going wide. The girl picked her head up, ears cupped forward, one paw still poised in the air. What was this?

Who was this?