Redhawk Caldera We used to sit up at the flats

Lyric wasn't yet a fan. He didn't know this guy - well he had seen him around, but that didn't matter. He didn't seem as cool as Trailhawk, who had bended to his whims. He was interested in the gifts, the easiest way to win him over.. until Carolina came out and showed no interest. It should have been a good thing, all of the hooves to himself! But she posed a far more interesting game.

He crouched next to her, whispering, though as most children do.. not so quietly that Hotah wouldn't be able to hear. I think he's an intruder. A sentence that meant: chase him with me!

It was a common ground for the two of them. Carolina liked to hunt and chase, and Lyric like to pretend anything with legs was an intruder. Since Lyric hated to be chased, it was often a game he would beg for his sister to join him in. Chasing, harassing, and occasionally nipping at adults, leafs, and animals who crossed their paths.