Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

For clarification he hasn't crossed the border yet but he is on his way towards it!

Quiet.

In time the giant comes to stand before a grassland with nothing to accompany him but the sound of wind echoing off distant trees—leaves rustling in its wake followed by an array of songbirds scattering upwards. It's pretty,the giant thinks whilst gazing at the crags worn by time—Deep etchings of lines chiseled into every surface.

The wind seemingly bellows through it's passages, lashing his fur in all directions, obscuring his view and causing the man to turn in an attempt to block it with the back of his head. It's uncomfortable—the feeling of his fur being twisted and pulled in all directions. But fleeting as it quickly dies down and goes back to coasting atop the grass.

He continues to wander around, taking in the beauty of the land silently.