Redhawk Caldera journey

— ridgeback laughs, low and genuine, rolling easy from his chest. granny’s got good taste, he quips, tail giving a lazy flick behind him.

his grin softens then, mouth pulling into something quieter. more grounded. persuade me? he echoes, tone thoughtful. then a shrug. you already did. i ain’t looking to drift anymore. wind’s nice, but it doesn’t keep you warm at night.

he glances sidelong, candlelit eyes warm with the flicker of a smile. so long as no one minds the bad jokes and worse singing, i’m in.