Redhawk Caldera bleh bleh bleh

A quiet noise alerted Ashmedai to another's presence, and he turned his head, neck snapping towards the thing as fast as possible - probably an instinct he'd built up over the years. Relaxing slightly when he saw that it was just another wolf (taller than him again), Ashmedai's "default setting" smile came back, undecipherable and unfortunately, slightly creepy. Probably not a good thing but that was just the way things were. "Aye," he nodded, in simple agreement. "These old bones just don't want to rest, you know? So many trees, just waiting to have holes dug near them."

Ashmedai stopped his work and turned to properly face the female, looking up at her and stepping back so his neck didn't immediately want to die. He took note of the odd look she was giving him, like she was seeing someone she'd seen before, someone who looked like him, and the man made sure to remember to ask who it was that people kept thinking of the next time. Peregrine had done so. Elwood had done so, and now this wolf.

"Trees," Ashmedai said rather sagely, as if the particular tree was a special plant deserving of the tone he held. He took up a paw and rested it on the old bark, patting it lightly and hopefully scaring a few squirrels away. "Are wondrous things."

He paused, and his smile only widened. "Ashmedai Noctis at your service, ma'am. And you must be...?"

"speaking"