Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

He wasn't fond of being dirty. Of course, he wasn't particularly keen on the time it would take for his personal upkeep at the moment. There were greater distractions at work. 

 Collision offered him a hum of agreement, "It's been a rather wet summer," The heat quelled slightly by the constant rain. Cold front after cold front embracing the lot of them. 


 The other seemed to observe him and it would be a lie to say Collision didn't do much of the same. Getting to know the features of the stranger. Allowing his mind to drift to what he was doing out alone. No scent clung about him that suggested others. 

 "I'm a good tavel away from my pack. The Reneian Empire is a good ways that way," His muzzle gestured towards the general west from where they stood, "There's a few others down that way. Supposedly more in formation. Where'd you come from?" Collision couldn't be the only one sharing; now could he?