Redhawk Caldera The map lied to me!

Birk's expression softened somewhat, when the puppy seemed to respond to his actions - he had retreated and was cowering on the ground. Good. He thought and shook his coat to rid of the tension and now in a more friendly manner he approached the little guy and leaned his muzzle down to have a good sniff of the fur and a better look at, who the bugger was. One of the lot - that was certain.