Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

Penn had zero idea what he was walking into when he approached the borders of the Caldera. He'd heard a few things, knew a few things, but was pretty much clueless to the most recent shitshow that had graced the stage. He didn't even really know why he'd decided that today was the day to stop by. It was just a whim, which was what drove most of the decisions he ever made. And it had worked for him so far--no reason to change his ways now.

He hesitated when he reached the borders, considering whether or not to even stop. They were sister packs, right? And he was family, right? Didn't that give him some liberties here? It felt like he ought to have the right to just come on in whenever he wanted. After all, he thought it likely the same courtesy would be extended to the Redhawks if they wanted to come to Brechel.. Brechy... Brechlint... Oh, whatever they were calling it. His mouth watered over the bundle of plants in his mouth. He really wanted to get rid of them, so the sooner he found someone to give them to, the better. Maybe he would just keep going...