Redhawk Caldera sweet little lady sings like a songbird

Henry didn’t expect to be met so soon. The approaching figure was a tall one, athletic in his shape, with scars and markings that had never been seen by the Blackthorn yearling. No matter his appearance, the rugged earthen wolf offered a nod of greeting and seemed to wait to see what was required. The young ranger had never spoken on the edge of another wolf’s claim before. He felt as though there was a spotlight shining down on his back, warming the dark of his fur and the flesh beneath.

Hi, hello there, I didn’t mean to trouble you today, Henry began speaking, tail waving. He took a tentative step toward the warrior wolf. The sea colors of his eyes lingered on the scars with a quiet admiration. What he must have done to get all of those… It nearly brought chills to the yearling’s spine. My name’s Henry and once, a long time ago, my mom used to live in these parts. I wanted to see if I had family out here.

Henry offered a smile in hopes that it would make him more appealing.