Redhawk Caldera Fwoosh

They had successfully traipsed through the dark wood and ventured to the other side. The caldera stood before them and Lucy felt a strange sense of knowing. She looked at the stretch of land and frowned thoughtfully. The words uttered by Nevouku caused her ears to swivel atop her crown and she looked to him with a strange expression before nodding. “Yeah,” she trailed quietly, but the dark girl drew in the scent of her surroundings and found herself perturbed by them.

The inky wisp turned her head to make sure that Skwol was not far behind them. She would feel better that he was there if they were to address any strangers. Drawing her head back, the ghoul called for someone to join them alongside the edges of the pack. The quiet youth was hoping that they would not have to wait long; she was eager to see if any of these wolves knew of Nevouku's family or his previous home.