Redhawk Caldera soup

It didn't take long for a fellow Caldera-dweller to find her. A high-ranking wolf, if her posture was anything to go by, and Grimm lowered her own tail and ears in accordance with the rules of their kind. She shuffled forward, stretching out her neck to sniff at the aura of scent that surrounded Somnia and inviting the more established female to have a good snuffle around.

"Name's Grimm. Peregrine accepted me earlier today," she offered by way of introduction, eager to make friends.