Redhawk Caldera Music Walnut

At one of the furthest edges of Caldera Birk had found a big rock with a flat surface and, when he had jumped on it, he had a great view over the vast plains beyond the borders. It was a warm summer afternoon and the wind blew smells from the meadows, creeks and forests in the distance for him to read and analyze. As he did this, he was overcome by the urge to go out in the wilds and be a free man again. 

Redhawk Caldera had been a nice place to live, wolves were decent and treated him with respect and yet he had never really bonded with any of them. First he had thought that it was because he had been on his own for such a long time, but after a while it turned out that, he simply wasn't cut for blending in. Too independent-minded. And as the first crush for Raven had dwindled to nothing but a memory, he had stopped even trying to socialize with others more. 

He stood up, looked back at the forest behind him, then forward to the adventures that awaited him ahead, and appeared to be in the process of making a decision between what was right and what was best for him.