Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

*runs to reply*

A soft grunt erupted from his maw as he was almost there. His body was made for climbing and running, but perhaps he had to just accept that not even the mighty Trick was perfect. The first half went great, there had to be a downfall somewhere- that was life. Or, in this case, a weird choice of a territory. He would never say it to Perry's face, but Trick did find it weird they were living surrounded by what seemed like a calm volcano. Whatever. He would have to just deal with it and get used to his home.

He stopped in his tracks to look at the sky. It was turning a soft orange, big, pink fluffy clouds floating by. Nature had its way of showing beauty, and Trick believed it to be dusk. It was his favorite time of day, feeling in tune with himself whenever the vibrant colors of the light danced around, illuminating his coat of obsidian and all his deliciously manly curves. He found himself to be just as- if not hotter than both Perry and Teagan. 

His eyes, the reflection of the sky still in them, flickered. He smelled something- something that wasn't Perry, Grace nor a pup. It was someone completely new, a female if his nose was accurate- which it was-. This was his chance of getting some answers, to proof he was worthy of friendship, and capable of caring! He would have emotions! He would be normal... But did he want to be just a face in the crowd?

He followed his nose to a sight of mixed sandy colors, the image of a beach in Trick's mind. He supposed she was pretty, but nothing quite as dangerously sexy as Teagan or the patched beauty he had met a long while ago. He carried his trademark smirk, tail swaying slowly between his hind limbs in submission- he was new after all. Though as he approached her, he held a proud and confident look. Good evening, m'lady. He greeted, mouth still stuffed with the dead body of the rabbit he eventually laid down before his paws.