Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

He wasn't exploring in silence. There was a loudness to his step. An almost deliberate crunch caused beneath his feet. Eventually he would happen upon a figure in the distance, unsurprised if he had been heard already, and with  a call to the other he moved towards them. 

 A young male that seemed unbothered by the openness in which he stood. Collision offered him a warm look, though nothing more than only barely friendly, "Hello," His voice was a deep baritone as always and he stared onward inquisitively, "How're you?"