Redhawk Caldera kick rocks

A call invited inspection.

She did not, of course, recognize the ruddy figure that seemed so confidently placed. He 'wore' something she could not decipher from a range. Yet she wondered if it was better to fetch someone like the Elder Redhawk or even Amalia.

No, she inwardly scolded herself. If she wished to be more involved then she could do the basic tasks of introductions. Then decide if the visitor should be pawned off on someone else.

She approached with the confidence befitting someone who was home. Even if she did not move with a leader's swagger, for she was certainly not!

His colors were more striking up close. Perplexing almost! Bird-like and land-like all at once.

Who are you?

A rather direct question, but asked with a genuine curiosity that softened the edges of her voice.