Redhawk Caldera serpens

Not someone new!

Yet the face was very welcomed. Her tail offered a few wide waves behind her as she laid eyes on the elder Redhawk. Content to let the woman have the first dibs on whatever remained in the cache. Trailhawk could find something fresher later or go sniff around another one. Her current hunger was one more born out of boredom rather than survival.

Settling good. She offered as she watched for whatever the Redhawk would dig up. Trailhawk was hopeful that perhaps this would be a meeting of good moods — or that her own good mood could perhaps be infectious.

Things seem better? Half question and half statement.