Redhawk Caldera she was everything real in a world of make-believe

@Black Hat

Porcelain flurries clung to her lashes as she aimlessly wandered throughout the abandoned crater, her vision blurred and filled with specks of dusty white. Had she not been a true summer child she might have found beauty in the snow shower, but winter was a beast of nature that never failed to bare it's fangs and she was not one of it's few supporters. It brought hardship and lack of prey, and with these wilds already seemingly limited in their food sources, Solaris couldn't help but wonder if there would be any large game left at all this winter season.

It was a shame really, she had traveled all this way to find nothing but a broken land that held no promise of a future for her. Even here in the shell of a once mighty volcano lied nothing worthy of praise, for it was lifeless and bare, much like the rest of the wilds she had explored so far. And unless things took a turn for the better sometime soon, Solaris couldn't see herself sticking around in this wasteland much longer.