Redhawk Caldera And nobody cries, there’s only butterflies.

Towhee planted her feet at the base of the caldera, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath. She had enjoyed her little foray, though it was good to be back—to be home. Her eyes snapped open as she exhaled, her neck stiffening and her tail curling over her back as she began striding upward.

There was an unfamiliar scent (@Ridgeback) on the wind. Towhee squinted as she crested the rim and scanned the caldera’s interior. Nothing seemed amiss—if anything, the other scents on the air told her @Killdeer and @Amalia had been busy in her absence—but she raised her muzzle and checked in with a howl.

She wouldn’t hear if anybody bothered replying, of course, but hopefully the sound would summon them like a lightning rod.