Redhawk Caldera Scared of the big bad wolf

Every so often, Gannet liked to travel. Apparently there was some kind of festival coming up, but before he went, he'd decided he wanted to take a trip. Not a long one, but not a short one either.

And, before he knew it, he was nearing the Caldera. Maybe it was his conversation with Sarah coming back to mind, or maybe it was living with Liffey again. Something had drawn him back here, and as he stared at the shape of it, memories flickered across his thoughts.

He wondered if it had been claimed, but it didn't seem to be. He passed through it silently, taking in the familiar sights without too much emotion on his face, before he came to a stop near where his parents had been buried all those years ago. Here he sat for a bit, silent, staring thoughtfully at the horizon. He wondered if they were gone or still here, like some said. He didn't know if he had a preference - either way, he knew he would never see them again. This was okay. Life came and went, and while it still had the ability to make him sad, he didn't mind being sad sometimes.