Redhawk Caldera I clap my hands and they're gone into the night

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The great bear of a wolf was free, finally, from the chains of her injury. She had healed, fully, and had no hesitation in getting back to work. Wordlessly, she had gone back to the borders to patrol, taking up her vigilant mantle of duty. To further her knowledge of the lands so she could protect the pack in any situation that may arise, Kroc broke from the reach of the Spine and angled Southeast once the sun began to approach the horizon. With @Tonravik guarding the borders now, the Warden had no issue with leaving the area. 

Hours into the night, her pace had not ceased or slowed, passing unfamiliar, uninteresting terrain. The large lake was a land mark but she did not stray from her unmarked path. The pale female had no intention of pausing yet but something caught her eye; a dark creature lingering at the edge of another, different lake. Gold eyes narrowed, watching as he just stood there like a fucking zombie. Creepy.

Adjusting her direction, Kroc approached, making no effort to keep her footfalls silent. "Hey you. Weirdo fucker. The hell're you doing?" Make no mistake, she wasn't asking to make sure he was okay; she wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be a fuckin epidemic of nightwalking freaks.