Redhawk Caldera In search of

Spread out before Phox were three rocks. Two were plain old rocks. They were a medium gray color. One was smooth; he'd found it near the stream that skirted along the rendezvous site. The other was sharp and pointy, and Phox had gained a cut on his gums bringing it back here, but he was glad that he did. The third one was shiny though! Or rather, half of it was sparkly. The other half looked like a plain old rock.

None of the three rocks were particularly large. Phox had gathered them all, fascinated by how they were both the same but different, and he put his paw on each one for a moment, relishing the coolness of the rock against his black paw pads. Ever-curious about the world around him, he continued to stare at and study the rocks, finding them oddly comforting.