Redhawk Caldera Running Free

The death of Jaws had been a shock; it was the way of the wild, but the loss still came as a surprise. It appeared that the coywolf had bitten off more than he could chew in a hunting attempt and hadn't lived to see the result. The Beta had circled back to the scene of the crime, the smell of blood still lingering in the air. He paused in his step, closing his eyes and bowing his head before turning and continuing on his way.

He hadn't known Jaws well, but of one thing he was certain -- the former Delta would not have wanted the pack to cease its forward motion in order to mourn him. His desire would be for the wolves of Redhawk Caldera to continue with their lives, providing for each other and for the firebirds. So that was what Elwood would do.

After traveling only a short distance along the borders, he spotted a dark figure crouched only a few feet from the clearly marked scent line. Although the wolf did not seem to be posing any sort of threat, the Beta's hackles stood on end and he moved with a stiff-legged gait towards the outsider, his ears pressed forward and his brow wrinkled in a frown. "What do you want?" he asked, coming to a halt and eyeing the stranger warily.