Redhawk Caldera a little pony-tailed girl, growed up to be a woman

Alivia will arrive next round.

The howl that echoed off the Caldera had a rather crisp, polite overtone with a bit of congeniality woven throughout. The call sounded well-rehearsed, and Alivia wondered just how many borders the unknown traveler had frequented lately. As usual, her curiosity got the better of her, and she set out toward the source of the howl. 

As she neared the borders, she heard Towhee's growl rise over the otherwise quiet sounds of summertime. Could be trouble. Alivia's pulse quickened, and she shifted her pace into a lope.