Redhawk Caldera journey

It is, he replied, relaxing a bit as the other man proved friendly, at least on the surface. This is Redhawk Caldera, and my name is Killdeer.

He gave the traveler a brief once-over, assessing his size and scope. We could use some brawn, if you're looking to settle down, Killdeer told him, voice frank. Even better if you're able to scout out new recruits.

But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself.

Where're you from, originally? he asked, finally allowing a smile to touch his muzzle. He did not plan to rule this place with an iron fist, after all. Strength was important, but so was diplomacy in equal measure.