Redhawk Caldera Fall'n leaves

redhawk caldera - the name sounded familiar. for a minute she strained to recall her last venture near the borders -- perhaps she had been here before after all. she recalled distinctly a red wolf that had hailed her - a small spitfire she wouldn't trust her life with. she had never gotten the female's name though their strange conversation she recalled delightfully.

the towering shadow before her made no advance to attack -- all the same, no vein of boldness colored caiaphas' sharp visage. as peregrine readjusted his position and then relaxed to regard her, caiaphas was struck by the peculiar manner in which he turned his head. unwilling to meet his gaze, the sea-wolf remained prone, her yellow eyes tracing the spiny backside of a rotted leaf.

"oh.. i think i know where i am. last time i was here i must have come from a different direction. met a red lady with a banged up paw." the she-wolf prattled, though her face drained as she realized she had not answered his question. quick to attention, she spoke:[/b] "caiaphas. from the shore."[/b] she didn't inquire as to who he was -- she figured given his station and demeanor he was likely someone important.. and usually, the important ones liked the world to know who they were.