Redhawk Caldera I've been around for a long, long year

he crept closer all the while, offering what she could only assume to be his true name freely. he presses next for hers, and she did not answer immediately, instead considering still his approach. it was unrelenting, and to allow him to approach unhindered was poor form. the other option, aggression or fleeing the situation, did not appeal. rising, she moves to meet him, drawing alongside him and pressing her muzzle briefly to his side. this near, she can scent pack, albeit not as strongly interwoven as most. "you can call me eirwyn." she offers, peering back at him and wondering just how quickly she could seize his neck in her jaws, should the need arise.