Redhawk Caldera journey

ridgeback’s ears flick as he follows, a low chuckle humming in his throat. always, he replies easily, falling into step behind killdeer with practiced ease. the path winds upward, but he moves light despite his build, used to uneven ground and long hauls.

got some dried meat in my stash, he adds, more conversational now, eyes scanning the ridge as they climb. but if you’re offering fresh, i won’t say no.