Redhawk Caldera Underdog

The dark male seemed quite lax in his body language and responses. It was enough to put the moonlighter at ease for a short while. The tension in his shoulders dropped, though he maintained eye contact with the fox-like man. It seemed as though they shared a common ground in the expanse of sky that stretched overhead. While Tadec was not fully fluent in Hedgerow, he could make out enough of what Phox had said to muddle through the conversation without causing great offense to the other. As though he sought the same answers, the spindly crow cast his bronze gaze toward the heavens. A gentle sigh escaped his dark and leathery lips. 

A question was cast to him. Tadec pulled his sights from the nebula above and returned it to the other male with curiosity. He was not certain how to respond to the inquiry to provide accurate details for what had been asked. There was a passage that took place at his narrow limbs, like a horse ready for show. ”Tadec is not from here. Tadec lives near. This one was searching for new home to claim for family,” he offered with a shriveled smile. Then, the dark coywolf canted his head just slightly to the left and his gaze glimmered at the fox-like creature before him. ”Your home?” he then returned. The tone behind the words was laced with a genuine interest.