Redhawk Caldera I don't sweat under any circumstances.

Unfortunately for him, Lucca had been sniffing around in the dirt when Clover's call came. He jerked upright, grey muzzle streaked with brown that looked very much like something that came from a mouse's butt. "WHAT?" he hollered back, ears swivelling as he heard Fiadh's voice ring out too, denying their sister's claim. It registered that he was being summoned, but he had just found the coolest clump of dirt here. Lucca looked back at it, clearly conflicted on whether to spend more time with it or with his siblings.

When Fiadh yelled out again, the boy decided that whatever they were doing would probably be more exciting. Probably. "WAIT FOR ME!"

He — with his slightly longer legs and faster gait — arrived at the same time as his sister, but bounded right past her with a loud, "hi, Towhee!" Coming to a tumbling stop in the grass, the boy fell into a heap beside Clover and looked up excitedly at their "sister", who he regarded as much as a sibling as he did Lagan. What did she have in store for them today?