Redhawk Caldera It's never too late

Jaws had finished rechecking the borders and was making his way east of the pack lands for a quick scout of what lay that way, as part of his outrider trade in the works. It seemed he had barely stepped out of the Redhawk's boundaries when an unknown scent caught his attention, the light drizzle having been enough to dampen the surroundings to make for better scenting but not enough to drown it out. Protectively, his fur bristled somewhat, and he abruptly changed his route to check out this wolf who was lurking so near his home.

He was led to a throng of pines, and found the owner of the scent curled up beneath them, taking shelter from the weather. As she was not on his pack's borders he did not approach with a growl or by posturing in threatening manner, but he was all business nonetheless and boldly strolled up to her, finding her asleep to his surprise. He stood for a moment in utter silence, peering down at her, taking notice of her rounded belly. Jaws cleared his throat loudly as a means to wake her, scuffing his paw on the ground so as to send a light spray of dirt at her nose should his voice not be enough.