Redhawk Caldera The lore of the ancients.

Alright, so he had hit the diagnosis right on the nose. Maybe nose wasn't the appropriate word here.

It was tempting, but despite the scent that made him want to chase after her.. wasn't that inappropriate? Pushing out a breath, Cinar put his temptations aside for now.

It's alright, Towhee. He promised, pushing himself to a weary stand. Feel better, I'm sure this will pass swiftly. No further words passed his lips before Cinar trotted away, his pace brisk.