Redhawk Caldera Chokin' on goatmeat

For once, Gale is allowed to post. xD.

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Gale grimly plodded after Peregrine, with no expectations regarding the level of damage. But the first thing he saw was the twisted, broken body of a young nanny-gooat, and his jaw dropped. The Caldera had been his home for only a couple of beautiful days - but was there even enough left to call "home"? 

He doubted, staring unashamedly as massive natural rock pillars lay unmoving. His breath caught in his throat. (hell yeah flash back tiem)

The Healer`s pitying words, his mother`s disgust.

"He`s a blemish on the Pack!"

"His very survival will condemn every wolf in every Wilderness!"

"On his 9th moon, such a force from the Spirit will strike as to sweep us away with a flick of its tail!"

Worst, worst of all, his sister.

"Chase him away. Make him leave. Just make him leave - before he kills us all."

A searing pain ran through his head, and he dropped to his haunches before whimpering involuntarily.

"Peregrine?" he mumbled. "There`s something I need to tell you."