Redhawk Caldera pluvialis

"lady ruenna," germanicus greeted, crown lowering in a brief bow. "crowfeather has the makings of a strong ranger. he is proficient already at hunting, and knows also the herbs of the field."

the rain was light and unbound. he pushed the mallard toward ruenna with a gesture of his muzzle. "it is only a token in the face of your hospitality," germanicus remarked. 

"the cat of which you warned us followed our path. we led it far from here and washed our tracks in a river. crowfeather made up the delay with his quickness."

the eagle would wait for the regent to seat herself before he followed suit.