Redhawk Caldera Hello, gorgeous

He swiped his tongue over his nose and squared his shoulders. A moose pie was about as interesting as mud in his opinion, but at least the scent was more fitting for losing a challenge. Wildfire seemed to agree, having been the one to suggest it, when she moved off to commence her hunting attempt.

Meanwhile, her brother turned 180 degrees and headed back the way he'd came. He traveled several yards before dropping his nose to the ground and snuffling loudly at the bases of trees and amongst spindly bushes. It took some time, but eventually he caught the scent of something new—a skunk, unbeknownst to him—and he was off after it as quickly as he could discern its direction.

He would never meet up with Wildfire again, though, for the skunk, when he found it, would prove a most formidable foe and he would run for the caldera's lake to douse its awful stench instead.