Redhawk Caldera ghosts in the willows

He had settled here at sunset, nestled under a certain set of stacked rocks. Half asleep by the time night had settled over the lands. By the time he noticed the stranger, he thought it nothing more than an illusion of moonlight.

A poor companion he was at that moment as he raised himself to a standing position. A tired huff escaped him as he walked a tiny circle. Then nestled right back down.