Redhawk Caldera tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway

He tries to atone for his lack of action in the past half-year by scouting as much as he could. He did not know where they were going exactly — his fault, once more — but he kept his baby-blues peeled, searching ahead for good camping spots, food, water through the snow.

He had never been to the Caldera before, and the sight of it marveled him. It was so similar to their first home, Sleeping Dragon, without the soft dragon's breath in the air. The nostalgia allows him to forget for a brief moment that they were going to war, that wolves would be hurt, get killed, even if their enemies deserved it. 

He looked to Heda, seeing her exhaustion. He briefly moves forward after she howls, licking under her chin and rubbing against her before he falls back amidst the others.