Redhawk Caldera Luck of an Unlucky Hippie [Rejoin]

All Welcome, Caldera wise. However, if it's to be in the go, then either  @Fox or  @Peregrine get their say-so. 

"I'm getting sick of luggin' ya sorry butt around, ya know that, pal?"
Another drag.
"I mean, I understand, bro. Don't let dudes push ya around, but lettin' em pull ya? That's a downgrade, man."
Another drag.
"But you did what ya could, I get that. I'm not narkin' ya. I've had my fair share of pancakes aimin' logs at me too, but I dodge and move on. You shoulda',"
Drag.
"...dodged."

Ash managed to heave the stuffed husk of a massively dead bear from seemingly the farthest corner of Teekon, up to the borders of his once homely..well..home. Inside the well dried, black hued, soft hide was several helpful, harmful, and unnecessaryful things. Potions, poisons, toys, dried meat, bones of...dead things, dried and hopefully still alive herbs, barks, and a massive passive bunch more of stuff he had to travel slow with, or else risk taking muscles, breaking backs, snapping teeth, or worse..spoiling something toxic on himself. 

The blond near 3 year old sat on his sunny rump with an audible 'Umph'.
Dragging shit made ya tired, especially when it was from recently extremed land Mother Nature decided to PMS all over. If a dude ever told you his gal was a nightmare on her time, tell em you've met worse, just from stepping out the den-door. 

The sweat drenched and muscle stretched teen glanced at the pile of life saving/ending bundle, and hoped his leaders survived Green Lady's Weather Cramps. 
Hiding exhausted emerald optics swiftly behind his lids, he tilted his handsome head to the Caldera, calling his once familiar family, and hoping he hadn't missed much..or missed mourning many..after the unexpected prolonging of his Houdini act.