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All welcome. Hoping for a @Gannet and eventually, leadership.

Upon returning to caldera, Whip found nothing but disappointment in its place. The old whelping den, empty and partially collapsed, bore no sign of life; nor had it for some time, Whip assumed. The air was clear of the Redhawk scent and only ghosts remaind. Ghosts and memories. A fog. Perhaps Towhee had run the family legacy into the ground, squandering the grand Redhawk family legacy. It did not occur to Whip that they could move, believing them so connected with the caldera that it blended with their very identity. They were gone, he supposed.

It started to rain. Light. An indecisive sky.

Whip moved on from the Caldera, leaving him behind him in more ways than one. He trudged west, remembering an uneventful encounter many months ago. There was another pack nearby -- one of which Whip chose only out of conveniance. He lingered close to the border, but not too close; just where the scents started to blend with the grass and the earth. Whip waited for a moment, halting. Still. Unsure. He called and waited some more.
When Gannet heard his brother's voice, at first it didn't register that this was strange. He was sleeping, and the howl woke him.... and it almost seemed for a minute like he was back at the Caldera, Fox and Peregrine nearby, and of course Whip was supposed to be there.

Then he woke a little more, and his eyes snapped open with shock. Was it really Whip he'd heard?! Unwilling to wait too much longer to find out, he stumbled away from his favorite meadow, taking a minute to wake fully and get into the uneven loping stride that would carry him to the border.

When he arrived, it was to find a large brown wolf, one who did seem familiar. It had been so long, that the voice was more recognizable than his face, but it was enough. He stared a moment, flabbergasted. "Whip?"
Hydra did little else as of late but patrol and mind her new siblings. The year prior, she had lost Galaxy two times over; she would do everything in her power to make sure it did not happen again. @Alya and @Lyra were ever by her side, as protective as she was. Their attitude toward Gannet had warmed, though only slightly; had Hydra not befriended him before Rannoch and all others leaving, she might have treated him the same. But he had been her friend for a long time, and she extended him the benefit of the doubt. He was still here, after all. 

When the call came, Hydra arrived shortly after Gannet. She heard his inquisitive voice, and her ears pricked atop her crown. It seemed that Gannet knew this wolf, and so she would let him direct this meeting—her tail swayed as she hung back some, authoritatively, though she bumped into her friend lightly as to let him know I'm here for you. Her blue eyes remained upon the agouti wolf, wondering the reason he had called and waiting for him to inform them both of what it was he had come for.
They descended on Whip one after the other; not quite a pair, but with only enough time between them for Gannet to finish a single, probing word. At first, Whip didn't quite recognize his brother. So much had changed in the year he had spent away. His brother was older -- his youthful features having changed, sharpened. However, his brother's black paws easily gave away his identity. Unlike Whip, Gannet's markings had always been more distinct. His partner, though Whip regarded her with some vague recognition, was ultimately a stranger with an unfamiliar scent. Watching. Judging.

"Yeah," said Whip, nodding curtly. "Surprised?" He supposed that was a safe assumption, as Whip was surprised to that his brother still lived. Perhaps he had been lucky, avoiding the perceived ruin of the Caldera just as Whip had. He stepped closer, ears deferentially folding back. "The mountain, is it yours?" Whip pondered aloud, believing the woman beside his brother to be his bethrothed.
Hydra's appearance wasn't entirely welcome, but he didn't move aside as she came to brush against as if nothing had happened. To her, likely nothing had... but Gannet still has some fairly complicated thoughts to sort out there. Now, though, Whip's presence was more important.

"Yeah," he said, but he grinned, moving forward to sniff his brother with an enthusiastically waving tail. Where had he been, and what was he doing here now!?

"Not mine, theirs," he said, gesturing to Hydra. "But I live here. Where were you?" Did he live somewhere else and had he just heard to visit, or was he surprised to?
Her ears flicked at the inquiry, though she did not move to correct him; though Gannet was not an Ostrega, he was pack, and she was of the mind that the mountain was his, too. All of theirs. Gannet's correction was one she thought nothing of, though. Likely his lowly position made him think that he might not fully belong—Hydra had a mind to change that. He had sat at Omega for a long time, long enough for Hydra to determine that he designed to stay here. Why should he not rise in their hierarchy, now?

Her tail waved. I am Hydra, she introduced herself. A friend of Gannet's was welcome here, though it was instinct to ascertain anything that occured at the borders now. Galaxy had died not too far from here, and her youngest brothers and sisters now had the ability to move around this place. What is your name? she asked next, having arrived just moments after Gannet's inquiry where he had said it. Gannet continued to speak, and she wondered how he knew of this male; they looked nothing alike, and she had not yet sampled his own scents to know of their relation.