Dragoncrest Cliffs We know the way

Arlo can’t help but snort as Wildfire admits her lack of skill when it comes to birds and he nods. “Same, actually,” he offers with a twist of her lips, uncertain what today is going to bring. He’d been born by the sea but he grew up with trees surrounding him and the ocean miles away. He’s prepared for the chance that none of them will catch a single bird but it’s a learning experience for all of them and the wonder Robin will feel in his lesson, Wildfire and Arlo can mimic the same feeling as they move in trial and error.
 
The mother’s concerns catch him off guard as he continues to trek down the slope. “We’ll be away from the cliffs,” he assures her as they tag along until the ground is a little even, more sand than grass at this point, and he glances to the boy before back to Wildfire. “Here goes nothin’?”