Redhawk Caldera forgive me if I wander off

During her unexpectedly long stay in the Wilds, Andalusia had heard much about the Caldera - and not always in the way of good things. Sebastian had been her first encounter, and through him she had learned of their hostility with the North. That had been some time ago - but Andalusia wondered how much of that tension still remained. And then there was the young warden-in-training she'd met along the river, who had point-blank invited her to join the pack - an offer Andalusia had declined after hearing of the Caldera's aversion to outsiders, and their discouragement of far-reaching travel. Her philosophies jarred against those of the Redhawks, and to join them would have ended in disaster. The Ostrega was aware of the time that had lapsed between then and now, but how much had really changed?

Andalusia came upon a portion of the Caldera of thicker forest, and skirted its peripheral with head lowered and jaws agape, hoping to scout some herbs along the way. She wouldn't lie, though. Underlying her ventures was the hope she would stumble (if one could call it that) upon one of the adult residents of the Caldera (for she hadn't failed to notice how full of youth the pack seemed to be). For all her loyalty, the Ostrega needed answers and a run down of the expectations this pack had of her. Such a process was only fair to them, for if she couldn't meet their requirements, she would need to consider if her loyalties were enough to keep her here.