Redhawk Caldera Spring and Meadows

Amalia grinned. Full of teeth and happiness. Listen a nap is almost always the secret to so many things.

The question caught her off guard and she had to think. Hard.

Well.

She licked along the seam of her maw. She liked mountains, but not that much. She wasn't fond if glaciers, but was unsure if it was the glacier itself or the bad upheaval that had been there.

Meadows. Rivers and streams. Lakes. And sparse forests. Not dense. Ones i can look up and still see sky.