Redhawk Caldera Though persistence of transliminal circumpenetration does not seem to be the case.

What if-

it was the first thing to come to mind. A little voice that repeated itself over and over as if from a broken record player. Her family wasn't likely there but what if they were? Was this just an excuse to go and find them? Doubt seeped in, bleeding through all the little assurances he tried to utter to himself as he listened to her speak, though some of the focus drifted from his gaze. 

He blinked when she mentioned saying goodbye, and his ears flicked back momentarily. He was about to interrupt and ask her if there was any chance this was a one-way voyage when she mentioned bringing things back. His swiftly-beating heart finally began to settle. He offered a faint smile. "Yeah, that'd be nice." He said softly. "I'll need to check in with my Mom first," He said. Somehow, he wasn't sure whether or not she would give him leave; Bronte had been permitted to go to the big hunt, but that was an event where there were lots of adults, and the promise of food. This adventure would be something different- but just the thought of it was beginning to lift his spirits.