Redhawk Caldera Gentle one, how kind of you

He shook his head. Not trying to be a shyster, he promised. It's been a while. I've forgotten.

But he stood and thought, upon her question, trying to summon memories from the depths of his mind. A long ascent—horrible, to his young legs—but the view was unparalleled.

The. . .hobbit hole, he replied, or that's what my cousin called it, once upon a time.

He gestured toward a rise to their northeast, smiling. You game? We climbed there when I was a kid. Great views! And there's a den, too.

He wondered if anyone had taken it over, since Towhee had left.