Redhawk Caldera Magnet (639Hz).

Journeying up the caldera, his mind wandered to the first time Caracal had showed him the "Hobby Ho." The view there was unparalleled, and he remembered thinking he had finally been invited into some exclusive club—that his presence there signaled he was more than just some little grub.

That he was part of something bigger and better than himself.

That feeling had never gone away, and as he spotted Towhee ahead, Killdeer broke into a somewhat-bittersweet smile. Many things had changed, but some remained the same. His grandmother was one of those constants.

What's up? he asked her, once he was within sight enough for her to read his lips. He nodded down at the squirrel. Nice snack. The smell of it made his stomach growl; thankfully, she wouldn't hear that.

She was probably wondering if he was making the first move toward claiming the caldera. He'd told Amalia he was planning a late spring arrival, but perhaps there wouldn't be harm in moving the date up a bit. . .