Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

He needed to find a way to relax, real bad. Cinar had been incredibly tense since his last encounter with Towhee, for more reasons than one.

It was far from pleasant to be caught with your pants down, especially when he spent so much time considering how others thought of him and how to influence such opinions. That, and having been turned down his ego was feeling pretty sore; his sour expression made that clear.

Part of him missed the trek to the Teekon Wilds. He had no connections, no real responsibilities, and he was able to lay with whomever he pleased.. no guilt involved. It had been a good time, but it didn't change the simple fact that Cinar was a social creature. He couldn't live that life forever, not without swiftly growing miserable.

So instead of being out and about flashing his feathers like a bird of paradise, he laid on the ground of the caldera to soak up the sun. The heat would help his frustrations pass, and Cinar would pretend that his last few weeks had been nothing but patrols and hunts.