Redhawk Caldera Your lessers' will hunt you down

Thin steams of sunlight peppered and warmed Sifakas fur, the heat radiated throughout his body while the afternoon breeze prevented the sun from scorching his coat. Wind carried the smell of lilac and gooseberries and ushered in a wave of quietude. The trees branches flowed freely in the wind, not a crack or pop to be heard but the leaves fluttered in the breeze with only a slight hiss. A green hue overtook his small patch of heaven as the sun finally escaped the thin, spotty cover of the clouds and shown through the blades above. All was perfect for his afternoon nap, until the call from a female cracked open Sifakas lids and revealed his bright golden eyes. His large frame rose from the bed and shook his fur free from cotton and dirt, his mane previously mushed down was now puffed up and out. 

"Have you come to assess me?" He thrummed deeply, expecting her to be the leader. Sifaka inspected the female as he drew closer, examining her stature and figure. He thought her too small to be a nursing mother but his question still remained. Surely word had spread that a new male was waiting at the lip of the Caldera, it was only natural he was going to be sought out. As he reached her at a respectable distance Sifaka sat, his frame gracious and urbane.