Redhawk Caldera Before I've even started living yet

A visitor! Was it their first since the big howl? 

Regardless, Killdeer answered the call with a smile and swinging tail, working his way down the slope to come face-to-face with the stranger. A ruddy-pelted wolf, and the smell seemed familiar, somehow—and with bundles of something very pungent at his forepaws.

You've reached Redhawk Caldera, he greeted, giving the man a nod. I'm Killdeer. What can we do for you?

He couldnt help but be intrigued by what the man had brought. These plants didn't smell like anything he had encountered, but then again, he was no expert in the field. His mother was the herbalist, not him.