Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

Together they sheltered, Trailhawk did not press for any more details. Not about the place, the woman or the wayward. They would come out in time or not. Sleep might have been nice after all the wandering and the sound of the thunderstorm always lulled. Yet she never plunged beyond a half-asleep state as they shared the space. Respectful and survival in equal turns.

However she found herself closer to the land of awakened by the rolling fruit and dragged fully back by the question.

This was a start to what she wanted, yes?

Without any interest continued in its expulsion, she looked away from the discarded mushy fruit and towards the older woman. Trailhawk. A lazy one thump of her tail. You are? She knew she must keep the ball rolling for this to be an actual conversation, to gain any true knowledge of this place and its people.