Redhawk Caldera A map to a one man maze

Āzon's doing a lil' border watch. AW!

It was a pleasantly warm summer night, which was the perfect time and place to start guarding the Caldera's borders. He'd need to get a layout of the land one of these days -- so why not map out the camp while doing his job at the same time? 

Āzon still had yet to meet more of the Caldera's members and probably should soon -- sporting solitude usually wasn't a good look on new members. But how was he even supposed to do that? The convos that followed after a lil' "Hi" or "Hello" didn't come too naturally to him.  And god, the awkward silence. That shit was torture....

The Phoenix stood at the pack’s edges, pacing a good distance between to get some movement in, and letting moonlight reflect off his coat as the night flew slowly by...