Redhawk Caldera There's a random painted highway and a muzzle of bees

All welcome, but I'm hoping for some sibling action; @Ferret @Peter @Gannet

The rendezvous site was truly a beautiful place. The gently rolling hills and the magnificent view of Lake Rodney would have stilled a wolf's heart. However, with Whip being such a young boy, he had no great capacity for such things. The subtleties of life and its simple beauties tended to slip the boy by. Instead, he typically focused his attention on romping with his brothers and vying for dominance among them, even at such a young age. 

Today, he did just that; he tumbled with (whatever brother replies to this thread, I dunno). A playful errrrrrrrrrr blossomed from Whip's throat as he rolled around with jaws stretched wide. It was such fun, this playful romp, but a tittering from a nearby bird -- a small house sparrow -- caught Whip's undivided attention. He stopped mid-roll and stared upward, eyes wide. "Birb" he muttered incredulously.

Soon, the winged beast took flight from its tree bound perch. Whip, finding himself captivated, ripped himself from his playful romp and took off in a sprint to pursue.