Redhawk Caldera No protest from me.

Fox had found the perfect land to lay claim to. The mountain walls were the perfect deterrent to many predators, and there appeared to be only a limited number of routes in to the heart of the territory - although he would have to wait before exploring the most important ones. There was a massive source of water at the heart as well. Njal could sense the nearby lake, smelling the wetness in the air, the crisp quality that lent itself to the wind. But that was not the only thing he detected. He did not stop his perusal of his surroundings, but the old warden paid more attention to the pungent scent of wolf which emerged as he walked.

There were sounds as well. A few tell-tale signs that he was being followed - and not by anyone of great skill. Njal turned towards a nondescript tree, as if thoroughly interested in it, and raised his torso up - placing his paws upon the trunk - to examine the branches; as he did this, a tiny flock of songbirds leapt from the tree out of fear. Peering up, he would seem to be distracted by something in the boughs. Hopefully this would tempt the young adventurer closer.