Redhawk Caldera journey

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— ridgeback’s paranoia goes unfounded. though this man wasn’t the most friendly feller he’d encountered so far, he wasn’t baring teeth and bristling tail. ridgeback’s ears perk upwards atop a red-emblazoned head, candle eyes briefly pausing in observation.
a well-built man, darker-furred, and furrowed brows. ridgeback shuffles his paws, giving a shake of his shoulder and letting flop down a wrapped hide of his collectibles. bones, a few sprigs of yarrow, and dried cuts of meat from a hare and squirrel.
then a smile. hello! it is his best friendly greeting he can muster, before clearing his throat stiffly, tilting his head to peer around the man curiously. this is your settlement? i’m a traveler, or, was. i’m looking to… stop being a traveler.
he cringes at his bad explanation.