Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

He had made the choice to join the wolves of the caldera. He was yet to know if it was a step back or not.

The evenings were beginning to show the signs of oncoming summer months; humid temperatures, fireflies buzzing, and the ugly little junebugs beginning to appear here and there. He should have been able to appreciate it more, but he was still a bit bitter over the loss of Siena. The territory had always been beautiful this time of year.

Cynical as he was, Cinar found himself torn from his thoughts once more at the sight of an older woman choking on what seemed to be a cloud of bugs. It took everything in him not to chuckle.

Trotting towards her, he was careful to avoid the cloud himself. Are you alright?