Redhawk Caldera triduana

Germanicus wove his words eloquently, as if he were casting an intricate spell. Ruenna was drawn in easily, and she perhaps would have agree to much more than the small favor he requested. 

Providing some contrast, Crowfeather listened a great deal and spoke not at all, which Ruenna saw as an excellent quality for a trainee. The boy kept his posture respectful too, which was rare enough for a young male. Rue found herself just as intrigued by the silent partner as she was by the talkative one. 

In return for the warning about the cat, Germanicus provided one of his own. Ruenna's brow furrowed. "We have not encountered the Saints, thank the stars. If they were ever in the area, it wasn't for long. You should be quite safe from them here." It was obvious to Ruenna that the pair sought to avoid the Saints-- why else bring them up?-- but that didn't trouble her overmuch. Everyone has a past. There were wolves in the Teekons that Rue wouldn't much care to run into herself, come to think of it. 

"Oh, of course," Rue agreed readily to Germanicus's final request, despite being a bit surprised that they meant to check in upon their departure as well. "It's not forward at all," she reassured him. "I look forward to speaking again, and hearing about how Crowfeather has progressed." She smiled. Looking between the pair with a wag of her tail, she wondered if there was anything else they sought from her before they departed for their temporary home.