Redhawk Caldera shady's back, tell a friend

Kaizer was in a particularly bad mood. He had been avoiding his packmates for some blanketed reason, and if he were to truly think about the source of his unspoken turmoil, then he would notice that his sour mood had come about the day he'd noticed Raven's hormonal scent and swelling belly. But he was not the reflecting type; he was the avoiding type. So he avoided, and chose to spend all of his energy on particularly violent hunts and border-patrolling. There wasn't much interesting to report in the latter degree of his activities, but suddenly it became somewhat compelling as he scented a stranger at the caldera's borders for the first time in weeks.

He approached, stiff-legged and tail raised, eying the young male who stood complacently just beyond their ring of ownership. Kaizer kept within the line himself, giving the boy nothing but a curt: "can I help you?"