Redhawk Caldera The safety dance.

There was no response, but as he made his way further in he was quickly able to put the scent to a face - or in this case, faces. A woman and a young puppy. Suddenly he felt rather tense. Pausing, he looked over the pair.

'She is tall. A warrior. Dark with red. Scars. Gold eyes.' He remembers the description he was provided, and as he stares he wonders if he may have gotten lucky this time. But he had heard no mention of young one's - maybe Soto simply did not know.

A moment passes and he begins his approach, head and tail lowered. He intends to be deferential. The lion knows to be cautious, he has seen his fair share of encounters with protective mother's. His own would rip strangers apart, no better than a bear.

"My friend has sent me to search for a woman in this area." He called out to her, intending to get straight to the point. "Soto. He says he met her in the spring, and you match the description rather well."