Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

cameo? maybe?

The large body of water that gave the caldera its name was one of Phox's favorite places in the world. He was so at ease here, and while he could still feel a rift between himself and Vesper, he had not abandoned all hope of a relationship with her. How could he? She was his flesh and blood. He would keep trying until his last breath—that much he knew.

He hadn't noticed either of them, plenty a ways down the shore, until an unfamiliar voice began asking if he was okay. At least, that's what he had thought the voice was asking.

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could shout back, he heard Vesper's quieter—yet still distinctly her—voice. Phox frowned, but he made no move to approach. In fact, after waiting a few seconds, he didn't want them to think he was dropping eaves, so the Redhawk picked himself up and began to move away from the two of them, letting them carry on their conversation without him. Maybe if Vesper made some friends... maybe she would be open to being his friend one day, too.