Redhawk Caldera A day in the life of a try-hard

It's quite alright- I know how one could grow to love their home so much. He lied. He had only acted like he loved his home so very dearly, but in reality he was not one made for love or compassion. He was learning though, and the Caldera seemed a good place to do so. Silently he wished to know what had hit him and why he was still here, but those questioned were always left unanswered.

His face lit up as the younger man seemed to approve of his new home- his tail wagging and brushing some leafs off the ground. His muzzle lifted in proud, glad to hear he had dome something good- had made something that was not as dark as his soul had been for so long. I actually don't- I slept mostly on ridges or soft grass in my younger years. He laughed.