Redhawk Caldera journey

Killdeer was a friendly fellow, and as he sought to expand his fledgling pack's ranks, the sight of an unfamiliar face should have brought him a sense of hope, albeit tinged with wariness.

In the midst of Amalia's heat, however? Not so much.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, and he answered the call with a bark of his own, then eased down the slope with his brow slightly furrowed. His stare was gimlet, chin lifted in appraisal of the stranger before him.

What can I do for you? Killer asked, polite but firm.