Redhawk Caldera — a sensation!

Woozy.

His head rushed and pounded all at once as he stared at the herbal pile of bile at his paws. The stench of it floral and acidic all at once. Like some type of bad open.

The burn of his throat complimented the aching of his wound.

Suddenly, the firebrand was at his side. Glazed blue eyes turned to look at her with an owlish blink. He knew her, he knew here. As much as a newcomer could, obviously.

He leaned against her heavily before he slouched into a seated position. Hunched apologetically.