Redhawk Caldera Even a well lit place, can hide salvation

A scowl etched his face as he scrapped his forepaw against the grass, attempting to get as much of it off him before any company came. Āzon just got here and mother nature was already deadset on trying to make a damn fool out of him -- the brute was not going to stink of animal shit while trying to prove his worth to a new pack. Though it seemed like it was too late for any of that, because as quickly as he called, they'd arrive.

The woman that came to greet him at the borders was not Towhee, but someone he'd never met before. A pattern of soft fawns and faded browns patterned their pelt, and the slight elongation of their ears almost reminded him of a coyote....no this one very much smelled like a wolf.  Nevertheless, the Phoenix greeted them with respect and dipped his muzzle closer to sniff them. There was something slightly off about the way her eyes looked when they made eye contact for a brief moment, but the Tundrian would simply brush it off as them having grey-colored eyes.

Admittedly, there was a wave of anxiety that flowed through him because he didn't really know what to expect of this interaction at first, but the playfulness in her wordplay both surprised him and helped him relax a bit. "Can't say it is, though 'fraid I ain't much of an experienced singer ma'am." He quipped back with a soft laugh, which was more or less a nervous one in hoping she didn't start smelling the air around them.

A deep breath was taken before Āzon spoke his next words. Here's to hoping his life doesn't get torn to pieces a third time...."But yeah...I was more or less hopin' you guys had any room in yer ranks left for another...."