Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

His smile was contagious, if only for the warm welcome feeling it inspired within her. A small grin slipped onto her own features as she allowed herself to splay out next to the man. For a moment, she glimpsed at his dark hues that were flanked by brilliant autumnal colors. Never before had she seen it — and she did not imagine she would forget it.

Cinar, the gold cloak.

Then we must make good on it. She said with a small laugh as her limbs stretched out, paws briefly flexed. Keenly aware of every ache in her muscles. When was the last time she had simply stopped?

The next will be false spring. You know of it?

Perhaps most would find talk of the weather a rather bland subject, but there was no denying it ruled their lives.