Redhawk Caldera kick rocks

He returned to the Caldera with a sing-song howl sounding out. His pelt was hung back around his neck, bundles of green proudly held within. His previous meeting at the Caldera had gone well, and now he hoped to score a proper trade.

Parking himself right on the border, he leaned his head with the hopes of spotting someone. He could take his time now, there was nowhere else to be.