Redhawk Caldera I'm a blackstar.

Elwood was worried. The locusts had all but stripped the caldera bare, leaving almost no greenery left to be seen. Aside from the dormant volcano's now even uglier appearance, he knew that there would be more severe consequences. Without grass and leaves and other plantlife to sustain them, the prey had moved on from the area. He hadn't laid eyes on an animal big or small in days.

The gamekeeper gnawed his lower lip anxiously as he trekked towards the borders in response to a call that had just gone up. He wondered how this would affect Finley's pregnancy, because he was fairly certain she was now carrying the newest generation of Blackthorns. The smell of fish drifted towards his nose and he perked up considerably, gaze falling on a slender, gold-coated male waiting just past the borders.

Eyeing the collection of food warily -- and hungrily -- Elwood paused. "What's this?" he asked bluntly.