Redhawk Caldera Whatever's left of you

Cinar was much happier to offer polite smiles and nods rather than making conversation today. The caldera had been grim as of late, and it was even reflecting on their sparkliest of welcome wagonners.

He found Towhee exactly where he knew she would be; barely out of the den, shaky and looking like she was seeing the light for the first time. These wolves say they are your family, he offered, glancing to the pair. Whip-poor-will and Wagtail. It took him a moment to recall the name of the older man, but he got there. At least the other was relatively easy.