Redhawk Caldera We got no one to hide from

The younger border patrol didn’t really have time to answer before a very welcome sight appeared in her wake; Finley’s mate.  Perhaps even more welcome than Finley herself, because from what Colt could remember, they’d parted ways quite amicably last time they met.  

“Long time no see,” he responded back, relaxing as he felt the tone of the conversation shift to more welcoming ground.  The red and black one still looked ready to go, but Colt got the impression he wasn’t going to have to bolt anytime soon.  “I was in the area.  She around?”  He asked casually, but he could feel his fur prickle with the expectation of a meeting long overdue.