Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

The stranger greeted him as any other would. Passable mention of the weather. Collision offer naught more than a nod of his head and glanced to the sky above. It had been raining forever and he had no doubt that it would continue. The dark clouds seemed endless. A constant reminder of the lingering chaos within himself. It didn't need mention today. 

 "Quite alright. Muddy," He gestured to his caked legs. He could use a good cleaning, but what was the point? 

 "I'm Collision. You are?" The boy didn't wear a scent that was familiar to him. It wasn't particularly clouded with confusing scents of others either. Perhaps he was a part of a small-knit group. Perhaps he roamed among none. A loner. Collision had never been fond of the feeling of lonliness. That didn't mean this stranger didn't. Curiosity for a distraction lead his end of their encounter.