Redhawk Caldera Upon which you seek

Boris shook his little head in a frazzled daze. When he looked up, a bright pair of emerald eyes met him in a sea of inky black.

He recognized her face from around the den and on the night they’d all shared the stars. Briefly and in passing, but he had listened when he’d heard her name.

She helped to right him. Boris pushed himself up on shivery legs.

Lo, Miss ‘Malia, he said with his still, soft voice. I’m ‘kay. I saw the moon — and as he lifted his dazed little head to find that thing that had led him to his trance, the sound of familiar frothing filled their forest and Boris just managed to tuck himself against Amalia as Ponyboy clipped on by.

Ponyboy! Boris gasped with half a laugh, and half with eyes wide with the nerves that always filled him, slow down, you’re gon’ get hurt!

His gaze jumped to the sky on instinct, and worried for a flurry of wings.