Redhawk Caldera All my friends are heathens, take it slow

sorry guys!

He nodded vigoursly as the name had been decided and the inquiry of food was again presented to him. Now that his settings set in, the need for nurishment became known to him; the last few meals had been mere scraps presented to him by a seeming odd coyote. Nevertheless, she had taken him away from the morbid mountain, so he had to give her some credit for her efforts. Yet a cache, he knew, was a glorious place with lots of delights! 

His feet bounced in an excitement he had not felt in quite a while. His eyes flickered back and forth between his new guardians. Perhaps this would not be a mistake, and he would come to realize that this place was indeed where he was meant to be. He wondered when, exactly, food would be presented to him, impatient to eat properly for the first time in many days.

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