Redhawk Caldera that he came down on Monday

"i lived here a while back. i left to help a friend, and returned when they no longer needed me. i did not anticipate that it would be this cold so quickly," he explained, shutting an eye as icy wind nipped at his face. it was true, mostly. he helped no friend, merely took over a failing pack and left it when he grew bored. there were no women who fit his fancy, and they were-- as a whole-- quite boring. the wilds had been the most interesting place he'd ever lived. he was abled bodied and useful, but fear pricked at his spine that they were not in need of anyone else-- and he'd be denied. he wasn't sure where he would go at this point.