Redhawk Caldera Desperate for attention

His petite paws were hurting from wandering, highly unusual for Trick who had traveled half his life. Perhaps the Caldera was truly a new start for him, and this was just one of the many changes. He was tired, but he wouldn't show it nor even think about resting. He carried his head low, looking quite shady like this to say the least, but that all changed at the sound of a voice. He was usually more alert than this, but the female had caught him off-guard.

M'lady, good day to you. He said as he shot his head up, carrying his tail and ears low with a small smile on his face. Fox, what an interesting name. He used to hunt foxes, who would name their child after food? I'm doing quite well, thank you. May I ask the same, Fox? He asked, surprised to see anyone interested in the wandering, little, green-eyed Trick guy. Trick, they call me, by the way.