Redhawk Caldera sweet little lady sings like a songbird

The call rang from the borders, a summon for what he assumed was either a visitor or a hopeful joiner. Intruders didn’t bother to ring the doorbell, so greeting someone who asked for an audience was much less stressful than finding a silent stranger, haunting their doorstep. 

He was easy to pick out in the distance, and a memorable figure with the sharp contrast of white fur against black. He was reminded of his son, and the way his white lower jaw made his smile all the more noticeable. The stranger looked young, fit- potentially even the same age as Killdeer. It endeared him to Bronco all the more. 

He nodded his head in greeting, and watched the male’s expression and posture as he approached for any visible cues as to whether he was friendly or well-mannered.