Redhawk Caldera Underdog

The wood had proven to be a fruitful place filled with tall trees that stretched overhead and shaded the earth from all things hot and shining. Animals had scuttled about beneath the underbrush and the paths that stretched between the trunks of the great fixtures were astounding. Tadec had found his home; he had found the ideal place for a family – for a future – and he was not about to let it be released from his spirit yet. The halfling coywolf had ventured out and beyond the wild wood and into the stretch of open terrain that had led him to the caldera. There, he sniffed for signs of others and found only one that carried a strong enough aroma to be present; the thief sought them on long broomstick limbs.
 
When the rawboned creature had closed the space between himself and the other wolf, he noted the coloration from afar. The other male was painted in a handsome coat of charcoal with an accented white tip to his tail. The stars that glittered overhead made the other appear as though he had been collected from them and had plummeted to earth to land where he was. Tadec was enthralled. He moved on limber legs toward the other and when he had drawn near enough, he withdrew his breath at the sheer size of the other wolf. It appeared that the stranger was viewing his former home – the heavens – and had made a position of relaxation for himself there.
 
Tadec yipped a soft sound to signal his presence and the tip of his tail twittered in a feline manner. Small and slight in his build, the coywolf moved to a position where he could converse with this starfell creature.