Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

He took his time reaching the Caldera once it came into view. Shortly before leaving he had essentially banished his sister from the pack and then thrown a sulky fit when he wasn't introduced to his baby siblings before the rest of the pack. He wasn't apologetic for either of those things but he was hesitant as he padded toward the dome. He'd banished Wildfire for what he still thought was a very good reason, and he still wished he'd been able to meet his baby siblings first. Nevertheless, it was an older and wiser wolf who crossed the remaining distance between the wilderness and home who understood the wrong of his actions. All that aside, he outwardly didn't appear nervous.

Indeed, he showed no uncertainty whatsoever. He came to a halt near where the pack's scent wreathed the ground. There, he lowered his nose and sniffed at the crisscrossing smells, frowning when he noticed the distinct absence of his father's musk and his mother's sweeter scent. That complicated things. Nightjar wanted to check in on his family, of course, but there was also that sneaky ulterior motive involving claiming his mother as his prize for the next season (after all, he was like a younger and wilder version of his aging father and Fox had proven a strong and capable dam who produced handsome children, so why the hell not?) that was snuffed out suddenly.

Curious as he was, Nightjar wasted no time throwing back his head and howling his deep baritone to the heavens, singing out for the attention of his family, that they might shed light on his parents' departure at least.