Redhawk Caldera right now, you're mine

Was he loved? Cinar had to frown.

I was. My mother favoured me, and we were close. She had loved him then, he had no doubt about that. Now I have friends here who care for me. Maybe I'll have a mate one day, and children to raise.. I'd certainly like to. But those things didn't come to him so easily now it seemed. Maybe they could tell that his pollen had already been spread.

What about you, Trailhawk? He asked, watching her as she stared off. Tell me what you want from the caldera.

He had always enjoyed hearing others speak of their goals. It was an easy way to look inside, see what they were made of.