Redhawk Caldera The Green is Great

When he had left, Fox had completely forgotten about him. In fact, when he reappeared, she was startled and shook her coat to soothe herself. Who was this, again? He placed a plant on her paw, and she stared at it, noting the way the little ridges around the edge reminded her of the tippy-top of the caldera. A voice told her to eat the leaf, and when she glanced up, she realized (again) that there was somebody there. Had she met him before?

But even now, tripping balls, Fox knew that she wasn't supposed to take candy from strangers. “Not gonna eat that,” she said, blinking at him. “Why are you here?” She didn't realize she had already asked this question, nor could she recall if he had answered it. Time was weird like that. In any case, she was fairly certain that he wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't one of them.