Redhawk Caldera mayday! mayday! this ship is going down

Whether it was to clear his mind, or to perhaps run into Raven again, he answered the call of a stranger on their borders. It was not his job, not his place and certainly not his rank to accept strangers into Redhawk, but it was time to stop whining and to start working. He still felt broken, out of place, but he did not care as he crawled out of his own home that was far away from everyone else's. It was not only because here he could look for herbs in silence, but also for the clean water he sometimes needed for healing business. The caldera was a gold-mine if you knew where to look, and luckily he did.

At the border he saw two males - Red Ear and the loner who had called for leadership. He did not know the name of the male that was apparently a part of their pack, but he was not interested in that at the moment. He had hoped Raven had come to the borders, but it seems even luck was letting him down. Both guys towered over Trick, and yet he approached with a high tail - his spotless obsidian coat cleaned and his head tilted up to look at them a tad better. He let his eyes trail over the dark body of the loner - young, but he had balls not to fully submit. Trick could appreciate such an act of self-confidence, but Red Ear was not so fond of it.

Bright, green eyes trailed over the male's trademarks and finally rested on his eyes - testing to see if he would submit, even if it was just a look. Good morning - Red Ear, stranger. He greeted them both with a small nod, but did not dare pull away his gaze. Perhaps it looked a bit silly - such a tiny, peculiar (but handsome) creature almost demanding some submission from the colossal wolf, but he did not give the tiniest of shits.