Redhawk Caldera pluvialis

The soldier's promise to return had not slipped Ruenna's mind, and so on the seventh day she returned to the Caldera's borderlands, fully expecting Germanicus to appear in short order. He did not seem the type to forget a meeting. 

Ruenna spent the day refreshing her scent on the the Caldera's border, which was a fairly new practice for her given her recent elevation to the leadership tier. Honestly, it was one of her lesser preferred tasks, given how hard all the walking and squatting was on her back-- but she never would have dreamed of complaining. There were those who would all too gladly take her place as Regent, she knew, if she was to ever imply that the job was too demanding. 

Germanicus did not disappoint. In time, his call was issued, and Ruenna approached his position with a smile despite the heaviness in her limp. The day's activities had irritated her back more so than usual, but Ruenna wouldn't let that put a damper on their meeting. 

"Hello Germanicus," Ruenna greeted him. She was a bit surprised that Crowfeather was not in tow, but then again Germanicus had only promised to return himself. "How is young Crowfeather coming along?" Ruenna hoped they had found Lake Rodney to their liking. They had met with success in hunting, at least that much was apparent from the mallard resting at the man's feet.