Redhawk Caldera winds from the southwest

Ah, the north. Fox had heard plenty about it, though she'd never been there personally. She was about to ask further, when Sebastian decided talking to her was not useful. "Not so fast, buddy. Getting to know your leaders is probably one of the most useful things you can do. If you're planning on sticking around, I'd appreciate at least getting a feel for what you're like. Doesn't mean we have to be besties, but having social skills is kind of a requirement around here." Granted, Fox wasn't usually so talkative, but his dismissive manner got her feathers ruffled, and she wasn't about to ignore that.

While Fox was quick to scold, she was just as quick to move on. She detested lingering on such things for any longer than absolutely necessary. "So, Sebastian of Canada, what took you away from the north?" Perhaps it was instinct. Maybe something bad had happened back home. Or perhaps he'd followed somebody here. Fox had heard all three stories (with slight variations), but she was happy to open the door to let him tell his story however he wished.