Redhawk Caldera [j] set honour in one eye and death in the other

The sandy pelted teen just returned from checking the cavernous hideaway that held the reminents of flowers from spring. They weren't all that wilted, but it was abvious they were dying. Ashton was only pleased that the flowers were of the species that could grow back within the next year.
Woot woot.

The doctor in training was doing a manly thing of patroling the borders, and only time he stopped, was the moment he heard a howl aaaaaaaaallllll the way on the east of where he just came from.
Bruh.
Wasn't a familiar voice, so obviously, he had to investigate. Gathering his long and lean limbs, he tore for the direction of the sound. And soon, a scent accompanied the area, then quickly after, a form.

A fellow lupine that had a hide of gold and platinum, much like and unlike his. Eyes the color of tropical waters adorned his face. Impressive build, too.
Pretty cool bro.

"What's cookin, good lookin'? Got a visitor's pass?"

Ashton sat just behind the borders, his emeralds dancing with a jovial sense of friendliness. He know he didn't know the stranger, but he did know sometimes being nice was a rewarding thing to do.