Redhawk Caldera summer skeletons

@Sebastian

The grassland swayed as a golden sea beneath the late August light, and streams from the setting sun painted the Caldera in a bright and otherworldly glow. Andalusia's muscles ran tight beneath her half-dried fur. Between the search for the Rochesters and the sudden famine, the past few weeks had been a time of constant movement. Today, Andalusia had spent the wealth of the day at a thick forest stream South of the Caldera, but pickings remained slim. Against better luck, she had only managed to catch one fish, which she had covered in one of the cache sites closer to Finley and her pups. She herself would go hungry, but tomorrow, what she caught would be hers to eat.

But tonight, she didn't want to think about hunger, or anything heavy, and Andalusia closed her eyes against the warmth of evening's glow. She'd kept an eye on the clouds through her venture back, and in the midst of the chaos, and all the stress of the Caldera, the Ostrega felt compelled to watch them tonight. She needed somewhere to escape, a lighthearted thing to busy her mind with, at least for an hour, or even a few minutes. Anything to distract her - so she set her head low and parted her mouth, and roved about until she found the fresh line of Sebastian's trail snaking through the Caldera, and followed. She hadn't seen much of the man since they'd returned from their expedition to find his family. A given, as circumstance pulled them each their own ways to hunt and provide and find game outside the Caldera's boundary. Perhaps tonight she could make their paths cross; perhaps tonight, he was game to busy himself in something fun.