His morning hunt was a success, the pair of rather large hares were buried in the single cache pit Sifaka managed to sniff out. Admittedly he wished to have caught more but the bug eyed cretins were slick and slid into their burrows. He didn't possess the patience to wait for the drove to regain their confidence, so he settled on two with the exception that he must gather another pair by sunset. The lion maned man was usually content with his catches, proud of his ability to hunt to sustain but his habits were for one, not many. His newfound pack life was going to change him quite significantly but it was a equal trade off of protection, food and a chance to find a mate, although his eyes were mainly set on the protection and food aspect. 

With no sign of any wolves nearby Sifaka decided to move inland to see what the Caldera had to offer. His gait started with a trot that slowly faded into a walk as he neared more unknown territory and began to be intrigued by the new smells that peppered the area. Peace and serenity enveloped the males ears, caressing them with the songs and melodies of birds chattering in the air and in trees. Sifaka stopped to admire a red crested cardinal singing on a branch above him, he envied the winged fowl and their limitless freedom but he did not dwell on them for long and moved on.

A streak of orange caught his eye as he turned to head back, he stopped and stared at the wolf some distance away. His eyes assessing the female, her stature, gait, and fur. Sifaka could not help but notice she was carrying milk and began to think she was the matriarch. The maned male didn't leave it up to chance that she would catch sight of him so he moved to her line of sight. Whether or not she noticed him as he drew closer would not stop him from asking, "Are you Towhee?".      

Towhees features struck Sifaka like a lightning bolt, the recognition in her eyes caused his normally unwavering stoic expression to melt away and be replaced with hints of excitement. The maned male took control of himself, dialing back what he deemed as overexcitement. A more reserved look took over and he waited with bated breath as the orange streaked female explained of her brother and mother. The mention of their last name being Redhawk took the wind out of his sails, as such his disappointment was evident with the quiet sigh escaping from pursed lips. "Ah, I see." Sifaka gave time for things to settle in his head, the whirlwind of sudden emotion was a hair startling. He didn't want to give the idea his sibling had passed any leeway, she was the last remaining link to any sort of familiarity he had left in the world. Sifaka craved family, he wasn't sure what he would do without a tether to hold him down. The male gathered himself. 

"Small and red, with a fiery temper to match." 

Sifakas eyebrows raised slightly as each description matched his recollection of Fox, along with Towhees added suggestion that his sibling took her mates surname, everything was adding up. It was shocking at first but then he was reminded that this womans mother, his possible sister, was dead. Sifaka didn't want to connect the dots but there was no lying the similarities were hard to dispute. "My Fox was much the same. Small and fiery, indeed." He agreed with a nod. The orange streaked woman had begun to mention a sibling who could help but she cut herself off before the other could be named. Sifaka didn't hesitate to pry, "Your sister, Rave?"

The sibling lead sounded promising in finally narrowing down the possible familial link but then Towhee asked a question that would surely hammer home the idea they are likely related. "Yes it is, named after some creature in different lands. My family tradition dictates we name our children after another animal." Sifaka wasn't entirely sure what it was that he was named after, knowledge lost to time or perhaps never gained at all. "What of yours? Are you named in a similar manner?"