Redhawk Caldera Couldn't Forget You if I Tried

"Ah," he replied, still wrestling with the frozen rabbit meat. He managed to tear off another tough strip and swallow it. "I haven't seen much of him lately. I wonder what he's up to? I picture him playing the part of mad scientist in a lab deep inside the caldera," he mused with a small smirk. "Or maybe he's gone into hibernation... he strikes me as a summery surfer dude. Maybe he only comes out when the sun's shining?"

Deciding he'd had enough of the rabbit, he pushed the remains aside and sat upright. "What do you think of the name Wildfire?" he asked, recollecting his recent playful banter with Finley. Honestly, he'd been considering that name before he'd found out his friend's hot sauce preference. "I was thinking Firebird would make a cool name," he continued, which was ironic because Finley had come up with that one too, "but I think we've already started to refer to all of them as firebirds, collectively, so that's out."