Redhawk Caldera Under the tree, at the top of the hill

Benjamin was very unaware - had been since his birth. But it wasn't like he was only busy with his own stuff; he just didn't know many wolves nor anything outside the caldera and the fen. He was like a big, manly rapunzel in that sense. He just hoped everyone could just appreciate his interest whenever he was directly told of something. And, as Lagan rolled onto his back, he even scooted a little closer - admiring the dance his paws made in the summer air. This must've been one hell of a trip.

Oooho - never been to the mountains before! Was it cold? He asked, leaning in at the the other's own question. His white tail thumped upon the ground, sending up some dust that settled on his coat. Well, well, well?!