Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

In time a white ghost rivaling his physic would arrive between the great plethora of the land and Samwell, and with a glint in his eye, the giant came to stand strong before them. Eyes flicking upwards as his chest rose and fell with every deep inhale of the sweet air.

Samwell did not offer anything but silence, only letting his single eye sweep over them, tail flicking slowly at his hocks. He looked upon the other akin to that of a child looking at ants- dull, unamused, thoughtless. They were not as pretty as the land, sweet-smelling as the air. They did not compare to the beautiful glade before him.