Redhawk Caldera time after time

He heard his name on the wind and thought it at first might be death singing to him- but the timbres of Ceridwen's youthful voice made him pause for a moment. He never would have imagined that Death would sound like her. It was likelier to be a fairy imitating her voice, than the one who called wolves into darkness. 

Drearily, he wondered why he was being summoned. It wasn't likely for guardian duties, he thought- Teya could handle such things while he healed. He shifted slightly, but heard a soft whine from his daughter, who had been resting alongside him. Sweet Bronte reminded him to stay still, and to rest and relax while Teya was out holding the pack together. 

Also concerned, Boris wandered back into the den as if to make sure Bronco wouldn't get up to go and answer the call. He brought with him a mouse, which was then offered to Bronco. He sat up, masking the grimace he would have shown had the children not been present. He thanked his son, who trotted off, to hunt more. 

His apatite had not much improve but under the stern, caring eye of his daughter he ate the mouse more or less whole. It might bother his stomach later, but he knew if he did not eat, he would not heal. 

He slumped, and set his head back down. A quiet word from his daughter reminded him why he'd been awakened. 

He howled back: Can't go, sorry. Who is here?