Redhawk Caldera ∧∧

AW: hoping to join. I apologize if I'm a bit slow on activity! Trying to get into the swing of things.

 
Cool and tepid was the morning Hotah stepped near the vastness of the caldera. It was not somewhere he had called home, but it was the spirits that lingered here that pulled him so. 
He wondered, who lingered here? The scents came and came, children, adults, teens- in between. The caldera was flooded with life! A glorious thing, yes it was. 
Keeping a respectful distance amongst the borders, he scraped at fallen leaves from the eventual turning of autumn. A season of dryness. 
Dark paws would even trek him a tad closer. Letting a shrewd, friendly howl echo through the opening.