Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

Happy to have you!

Joined by an almost familiar face, Cinar managed a friendly smile, a silent approval of her ask. They hadn't met formally, but he had seen her in the caldera for long enough now to ease any worries of an intruder. More importantly, she wasn't carrying any sort of reek that would set off old habits for the second time in one week.

It's a good day for sunbathing, one of the last I would think. Winter was approaching swiftly, broken only occasionally by days like this as it grew closer. Cinar, a desert dweller by blood and by nature, was not looking forward to it.