Redhawk Caldera you promised that you'd never leave

Kaizer took time away from stalking Fox to get more familiar with his new home, and to potentially foster some relationships with his packmates. He hardly knew what to expect here, unaware of their history and recent tragedies faced, but his spirit— one without the stain of indecision uncertainty— had the potential to infect its members, and rally them out of the shadows threatening to consume each of them. Everyone's solemn (sometime volatile) attitudes had not been lost on him, able to read the signs and know that they were guardedly lashing out, harboring the source of their strife like children afraid of change.

Though he didn't understand and couldn't presently relate, Kaizer accepted it easily, and upon finding an unconscious young male, knew he would do what he could to rectify them. The wolf bounded closer, sniffing the prone body to quickly confirm that he was a part of Redhawk and that he wasn't conscious to his presence, before beginning to nudge him roughly. "Kid," he grunted worriedly, hoping that his bruise-worthy prodding would be enough to rouse him.