Redhawk Caldera 'Cause heaven's angels carried her away

aw but maybe @Towhee Jr?

Hotah lifted his head the moment the commotion rolled through the caldera—quick movement, sharp energy, the unmistakable return of a young wolf who never entered a place quietly. Tzar’s scent cut through the air, fresh and familiar, and Hotah felt a small knot in his chest ease.

He turned at once, scanning the slope and the den mouths, eyes searching past the bustle for one shape in particular.

He moved with purpose, weaving through the activity, following the thread of her scent until it grew stronger. Whatever Tzar had brought back with him—news, trouble, or relief—Hotah wanted her at his side for it.

And he kept looking until he found her.