Redhawk Caldera Der Himmel fällt

Trusting that his side of the borders were nice and secure, the pale brute decided to take a short break and head back into the Caldera's heart. Whether it was a water break or a full on meal break was to be decided when he actually arrived, but a rest before Ignis burned out felt mandatory right now. He still felt a little bad that he couldn't contribute that much as a hunter compared to those with more skill here, but appreciated that there were wolves here willing to feed his fat ass either way.

He hadn't even made his way past the resting area when he'd see a small shape dashing from one part of the dens to the other with a stick -- though calling them small would've been quite the understatement in present time,  wouldn't it? These kids grew like weeds and were significantly bigger since the first time he ran into them. Āzon was even curious as to whether or not they'd grow to rival their mother's size, since Towhee was pretty large herself.

"Aye, Syphra! That stick can't fight back 'gainst ya, you know?" The Tundrian teased with a grin -- yeah, that was Syphra alright. He could tell by the....scent. Yeup, basically the only thing he could use to tell them apart; Tierra and Syphra were practically carbon copies of each other. Āzon would probably see himself running into this problem often in the future...