Redhawk Caldera westworld

Mid-bite, a ginger ear twitched at a soft rustling noise, bringing him pause as his bluish eyes swiveled to find Raven at its source. Kaizer dropped his leg as she came near, his fat tail falling in quick whumps against the dirt as he received her presence. She, like most wolves seemed to do around these parts, wondered about him beyond the obvious; it was something he supposed he would get used to, but for now he'd continue to treat personal inquiries with blatant ignorance. He looked a little amused at the question, his answer coming only in the form of a kind expression that insisted he was fine.

"I'm glad you're here," he said instead, as if he'd thought to look for her at some point. And though it wasn't her, specifically, who he might have gone looking for, Raven was a preferred choice since he at least knew her name from picking it up at their first encounter. "Mind doing something with me?" It wasn't something he would've had to ask back home, and the inflection felt heavy and alien on his tongue, but outwardly the wolf strove to seem as normal and inviting as possible.