Sawtooth Spire GrassJumper

He was focused on his mission, on the pursuit. Subconsciously he likely knew his mother was nearby but it was an afterthought. He barely paid attention to what was in front of him or in his way even, trusting the little hopper to not lead him astray. But as it turned out the hopper lead Calcifer down a small sloped decline. Not fully coordinated in his large, small body Calcifer tumbled. Performing what was likely a half summersault-frontflip-flop right atop his stringy guide. He shook himself off and looked around for his Jiminy Cricket until he found it squashed on the ground. Squashed cricket or not Calcifer was ready again to follow the creature... but it stopped moving... why? He wondered looking at it puzzled.