Redhawk Caldera it's harder and harder to get you to listen

for @Praimfaya

the girl stretches out across the rock, tongue lolling as she waits for her breath to even out. a mornings hunt wasted when she'd missed the hare at the last moment, an all too familiar ending to her hunt. she'll continue again soon, she knows, but she'd like nothing more than to fall asleep where she lays. no, that's wrong; she'd much rather have something fresh in her jaws. 

her breath billows before her, twin columns of mist that exist only a moment before falling away. pushing out her forelimbs, she settles her muzzle on her forelimbs, scanning the rock scattered all around. it's a similar picture to what she'd seen often in the mountains to the north, some result of the quakes that had (rather ominously) disappeared.