Redhawk Caldera serpens

The day was young.

The clouds dotted the sky and the summer sun had not come out to scorch them again, yet. The coolness of the morning air was a welcomed thing. Perhaps she should have taken advantage of the good weather to extend herself beyond the caldera. Hunt, scout, explore.

So why did she linger within the borders still?

Mainly because she had become aware of the soft swell of growing numbers. New faces she had not truly met. Then, of course, the faces that had been here her whole time so far. No matter how little that whole time was still.

She cut her path towards a cache, hopeful she might kill two birds with one stone. Maybe even three if it panned out well enough. She could acquire breakfast and see if it needed a refill — maybe she'd even meet someone else over breakfast.

There was a certain bounce in her usually stalking long stride. The universal sign of a good mood.