Redhawk Caldera all mine

She felt a little under the weather this morning, though Towhee refused to look too far into it. She headed out on patrol, similarly disregarding the slight twinge in her leg as she loped up and over the caldera’s rim. It was nearing the end of summer and as she paused at the crest to survey the wilderness, it afforded her a pretty good preview of the coming autumn.

As she made her way down the slope to the borders, she caught sight of Cinar at the caldera’s foot. She definitely owed him a conversation, so Towhee veered toward him. She watched as she fussed at his right shoulder, though she assumed he was just itchy or something.

The ground even out underfoot and Towhee closed the distance, only to halt and announce, Damn, I feel like I got hit by a bus moose all of a sudden.