Redhawk Caldera atama-no-nai yama

satsu was content to merely watch from on high, keeping far out of trouble. it had been weeks since she had been around a gathering of her own kind; even then, she had not fit in with the people she had found.

while she waited there she wondered about the area. about what kind of people could be living within. she was surprised when a dark shape materialized nearby, ears pivoting to the sound of a chuff.

the stranger was formidable. she would have been well suited for the ranks of the saints on size alone; but the sight of her made satsu suddenly concerned. she drew back a step from the ledge that overlooked her view, bowing sharply.

i—i am sorry, i do not mean to be too close. as she lifts her head she looks upon the woman, studying the warm, dark coat she carries and not looking her in the eye, out of respect. were all the wolves of this land giants, she wonders...?

i wondered about who lived in the area. my friend and i, we hope to make a home of the mesa to the east. ah, i am... i am called satsu. our home, we hope will be akashingo.