Redhawk Caldera So, I will follow you to Virgie

Hotah slipped away from the caldera at a steady lope, leaving the noise of the dens behind him. He lowered his head as soon as the ground opened into brush and frost-bitten grass, scenting for the small, quick lives that hid there—rabbit, vole, grouse tucked low.

It wasn’t about glory or weight today. Just movement. Just something to bring back warm.

He angled into the wind and followed the first clean trail he found, quiet and intent, letting the hunt narrow his thoughts to something simple and manageable.