Redhawk Caldera I'm a blackstar.

He was sitting with his tongue lolling out and his breath in a heavy pant, when the gray fellow approached. Certain that it was because of the call he had made, Dingo thought it to be Shrike - though he did not know the guards name - and was surprised when it was not. The stranger looked quite unhappy with him. With a small sigh, Dingo slurped his tongue back in to his head and prepared to explain.

"Free food for you'n yours," he began, and cast a brief glance down at the pile. "I was told to ah, replace a couple caches to prove my mettle," which was only a little bit of a lie; it had been three, and it was to replace what he had taken before. But this guy didnt need to know that.

Without waiting Dingo rose up to his feet and turned as if to leave. "Its not much but, heck -- its getting kinda hard out there."