Redhawk Caldera bidibodi bidibu

Another Redhawk? There sure were a lot of those around here. 

If he was a Redhawk, she probably wasn't going to be able to really fool him about pack culture, which was a bit disappointing. He was already laughing at her attempts. Maybe she wasn't as good an actress as she thought. At least he seemed entertained and willing to play along. 

"I'm Alivia Redsand. Just Livi will do, if you don't like Spirit Guide." She quirked a brow. The boy was snorting again, presumably at another unspoken joke. His mind must be a truly hilarious place. 

"Well c'mon then, Bushtit. Don't fall behind." She turned and smacked her tail intentionally across his face to annoy him, then dashed away. If he followed, she would lead him on a light jog around the rim of the lake before pulling up to a group of large, jagged boulders that sat at the edge of the lake. 

"We're going out there," she told him, gesturing to a flat-ish boulder rising up out of the lake's shallows. They would have to do some climbing and boulder-hopping to make it out there, but it looked like it would be possible to get to it while remaining dry. "After you."