Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

Pan suggested they store the rabbit. Peregrine looked at it, biting his lip ponderously before bending down and wolfing down the rest of the kill. "I'll replace it later, twofold," he promised in a slightly sheepish voice before aligning himself with Pan's shoulder. He bumped gently against his companion. His tail, too, swayed gently to and fro, brushing against the other wolf.

His jade eyes spoke for him, saying, Let's go. The Kappa then led the way back toward the caldera's outer boundaries. There was no visible line drawn in the sand, of course, but there were footpaths worn into the earth from the passage of so many guardians' feet. And the air was thick with the odor of the caldera's wolves, which tugged a satisfied smile from the former (and possibly future) Alpha male.

After proceeding in silence for a few moments, Peregrine glanced sideways and asked, "How have you been? Do you like living at the caldera so far?"