Redhawk Caldera I'm an Albatraoz

@Peregrine if you have time! Forward dated a day or two so it makes sense for my timeline.

In the days since finding the ridge and wordlessly selecting it as a candidate territory, Saena had done a lot of scouting. Scouting inevitably led her to thinking, and thinking to remorse, and remorse to planning. Before she knew it, she was well away from the ridge in the taiga, heading quickly along the backside of the Sunspire and expertly avoiding the signs of wolves along the way.

It took almost three days to make it around the range and into the far south, where she could see the Caldera on the near horizon. The closer she got to it, the slower she walked, and she stopped about four hundred feet from its nearest scent marker. Even without stepping up to the territory, the smell of wolves was heavy on the air, impossible to miss or mistake for anything else. She'd been raised with proper manners, so Saena stayed well away.

She did lurk for a while without drawing any attention to herself, trying to decide whether or not the trip had been stupid. For all she knew, Peregrine wouldn't care about an attempt to make amends. They were both pretty firmly removed from one another. Yet Junior's return to the plateau, however brief, and her departure had matured Saena in ways she didn't really notice herself; it felt like the right thing to do, even if she was hesitant, nervous, and still a little angry, deep down. At long last, she took a deep breath and howled for him.