Redhawk Caldera Signaling through the flames

"Dude," was all Peregrine could manage in response to Ragnar's lighthearted question. "Dude. Yes, it's bad. Holy shit. My eyes are watering just looking at you..." He realized how that sounded, coughed out an uneasy laugh and clarified, "Not because it looks hideous, just... painful. It's actually kind of badass, though," he relented.

"A bird pecked out your eye and you thought it would be a good time to make the rounds?" he said when Ragnar explained his presence here. Peregrine shook his head. "I mean, that's clearly still fresh. How do you walk around with those enormous balls of steel?" he joked crudely, which suddenly made him remember the lady in their presence.

"Ah, Somnia, this is Ragnar, Alpha of Stavanger Bay. Neither one of us really does alliances but we have a mutual personal respect," the swarthy Redleaf-DiSarinno explained. "Ragnar, this is one of the caldera's newer recruits. That's what we call this place: Redhawk Caldera. My mate, Fox, and I rule here. We left the plateau on relatively peaceable terms. Junior still lives there," he said, knowing Ragnar would be interested for both political and personal reasons.