Redhawk Caldera We're on the frontlines

It was really curiosity that won out in the end. Caracal huffed a breath and began trotting toward the borders to see who was calling and what they wanted. State your name and business, he chanted to himself with every footfall. He'd since decided guardianship wasn't really his bag, though he wouldn't soon forget Towhee's training.

He saw a pale figure and moved toward it, though he stopped a good twenty feet away. She was big, like his mom, with bright yellow eyes. Something about her world weary look made him think of Sarnai. Did she need help too? Caracal's head cocked, though he didn't come any closer.

Clearing his throat and raising his voice to be heard, he said, "State your name and business."