Redhawk Caldera a scratch, a lump; it is nothing at all

The searches he'd done for Ponyboy had ended up fruitless. He returned to the caldera each time after departure, despondent. He knew the boy was approaching his first year—but it didn't stop him from worrying.

Heck, he barely felt past a year or two, himself, most days.

One day, he came across @Teya, and gave her a friendly chuff. I hear you're a good fisher, he said, smiling gently. Do you want to fish with me? Or at least point out the best catches?

He'd yet to ingratiate himself with his father's widow; he wasn't sure if she'd even want the company, given all that was happening.

But he wanted the company—and he thought she could use a friend.