Redhawk Caldera They're just little bundles of fluff

Cinar had never gotten the chance to formally meet the Redhawk Matriarch before her birth, and after the fact continued to put it off with reason that she likely did not want a strange man around her children too early. However lately he had grown to worry that she might take his lack of effort as disrespect, later coming to the conclusion that he probably just wasn't very good with women in postions of authority, not unless they were old as dirt. It just wasn't what he was raised with - his mother had power but it was silent, a snake waiting to strike. But Cinar understood well that Redhawk Caldera was far different from his first home, and just as he would have expected an outsider to respect the traditions of Siena he would respect the Caldera's the best he could. Picking himself up to face his obvious nerves, he had left that morning to catch something he could bring as a gift.

A fat rabbit clung loosely in his jaws, Cinar made his way to where Amalia and the newest Redhawks rested to finally give his proper greeting. Children were awake and playing, so he dropped his gift at the entrance before speaking up. Amalia? He called, lowering his head to peek. We have not had the chance to properly meet, my name is Cinar. I brought a gift along as well.