Redhawk Caldera shady's back, tell a friend

set near the border, but not too close lol

After the encounter of Saena and her band-of-merry-idiots, Jackrabbit promptly skipped away in the opposite direction. Rather, his skip was more like a subtle limp accounting for the multiple scratches and bite marks that they had so fondly decorated his coat with. He swore there was at least one on his ass somewhere; the Duskvale wolves had seemed more than eager to get a piece of him, in more ways than one (or so he told himself). After a while, each step got easier; as did his ego. All in all, the attack had taught him nothing but that the next time he seen a familiar face at random, to remember that some people just knew no chill, never mind the fact that they had met before. Jackrabbit huffed externally, ears laid back for the fact that Saena hadn't even given a mere "wassup" totally bummed his mood. Deep in thought, he barely even noticed the place of incoming emotional trigger before his eyes met the rock and his jaw dropped.

Speechless in the face of his former home — the only place he had been willing to call home since his departure from Silvertip Mountian — the boy-soon-adult could not break his gaze from the rising peak of the Caldera, knowing fully that the man that had taken him in to raise him no longer lived to rule the great mass. Jackrabbit was by no means sentimental, however, Peregrine had been his father. Something, someone, he had obtained so briefly before that too was taken away from him. It was a constant cycle, one that he sought to interrupt by causing his own fate; one that had landed him the multiple scars that would never heal. 

He sat, perhaps longer than allowed, simply frozen; unable to tear himself away yet unable to advance further.