Heron Lake Plateau I've got news for you, baby. You're looking at The Man.

Now that summer was here, Colt was considering a trip out.  He'd been doing so before he rejoined the Redhawk crew, and despite his renewed status, he still itched to go back.  Just once.  It wasn't far... maybe a week trip.  He hadn't asked yet, though, so today he was merely going to hit up the neighboring woods.

That is, until a firebrand stranger caught his eye and he pulled up his run, lessening to a trot and then to stand.  Who was.... hold up.  Was that a stripe?

"Ayo, who're you?" He called, moving to jog and intercept her.  He assumed she was pack; she was an idiot if not.  So he wasn't antagonistic, simply curious.