Lake Rodney they'll never win you back

Finally, some recognition. Redshank let go of his hold on the squirming boy, his lips curling into a pleased grin as Titmouse struggled to face him. They were still entangled, a mess of gangly limbs and black and silver fur, but Redshank was quick to pull away as he was smacked with a paw. He backed away from the other boy, tail waving behind him in a way that could almost be described as playful, but his expression was anything but.

His ears fell back and he grit his teeth as that familiar but grating voice rang out. He thrust his muzzle over to where the mountains bordered the land, a wide, sweeping gesture that indicated nowhere in particular. "Y'know...everywhere, and nowhere," he said nonchalantly, before swiping a pawful of snow at Tit. "Where've you been?" he shot back.