Lost Creek Hollow why not? i'm a republican.

He had followed his mom somewhat mindlessly at first, through territory that was growing more familiar to him by the day. But by the time he was close enough to call out to her, she had veered off on a ridge, and at first the sight of the ground dropping off just beyond her toes was startling to him. As he continued to trail her, however, he realized that it was only a short distance from the edge to the ground below, and his confidence swiftly recouped.

Breccan leaned into his mother's touch as he came to stand alongside her. Perhaps he was getting a bit old for that, but he couldn't help that he was still something of a mama's boy. It could potentially be attributed to Rannoch's incapacitation when Breccan was young; or maybe it was just because he and Liffey got along well. Whatever the case, he wasn't ashamed.

"Not much," he replied with a boyish shrug of his shoulders. "What are you doing?"