Redhawk Caldera متشدد mutashadid

Coyote.

He could smell it from a mile away.

Sketchy, thieving creatures that were ecspecially dangerous in groups, Āzon had a difficult time trusting them after having not-so positive run ins from his more feeble youth -- one of which almost cost him his damned life. Ocassionally, they'd pass the areas near the Caldera every now and then, but this one's scent lingered too dangerously close near the borders for him to feel comfortable about it. So he followed suit. Straight towards the scent of wherever the lanky canine could've been lurking, and upon his approach he'd run into the barreling form of Aliana. 

A short chuff was offered in greeting as he slowly flanked the woman, with a sharp gaze to ask a simple inquiry. "Where?"