Redhawk Caldera triduana

Crowfeather said nothing as Ruenna agreed to the offer that had been made. The dark cohort did bow his head low, however, and avert his gaze away from the woman. She had granted them a great gift, from what he could tell in Germanicus’ voice.

When she described their allies who lived in a fen south of the Redhawk Caldera, Crowfeather did not hesitate to drink in each word. He did not wish to forget such important things, not when the silver guardian could recite them back without error.

The thought of waterfowl and fish watered his mouth. The young wolf had never worked himself into such an appetite before. All that travel must have worn him to need.

A mental note was made the dark Crowfeather to seek prey and bring a few rabbits or birds to the Redhawk Caldera. Even though they would also pay their respects to the ally pack, the seer thought it would be pertinent to show that they were grateful for the kindness shown.

Honey eyes searched Germanicus’ profile.