Redhawk Caldera There's no place like home.

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Redhawk was different. Out of all the terrains he had lived in before, Redhawk had felt the moist at home. He had dealt with plains, mountains and coasts but Redhawk was territory that felt the most survivable. The lush, deep grassland and greenery was pelted with rocks assumably from the mountain that resided there, giving a rugged challenge despite it's serenity. He was yet to meet the pack, having only just joined. From what he could tell, it was a decent sized pack, not oversized nor under. It was tight knitted packs that felt more united, he found. However, the season were changing and with that he sought out a den to spend the winter or at least for a little while until the snow fell from the sky.

Nearing the south of the territory, he found himself looking over the plains of grass that ruffled angrily against the wind. The setting reminded him of the Plains, where he had first attempted to join a pack. The encounter seemed a distant memory then, Redhawk having give him a new start to a very complicated journey. Nevertheless, he expect his scent to be mixed in around the territory, hopefully catching the recondensation of some of the members. The last thing he needed was to be attack on the suspicion of being a trespasser. His entry was different, the first time he had been asked if he wanted to join instead of seeking their approval. Maybe it was a sign things would be different, that his bad luck had finally run out. His thoughts were redirected to his sister, Iris. Where she was, he did not know. Ironically, while he had no idea, she had taken comfort in the band of wolves who were attempting to land their territory right beside Redhawk. If he had known this knowledge, circumstances would have been different. Yet, he was content without that knowledge. Finally happy without his past catching up to him.

Sniffing out an old fox den, he crouched down to inspect its durability. It was big enough to fit his upper body, but his rump was another story. If he could hollow it out even more without it collapsing, it would do fine for a decent amount of time. Managing to extent his front paws out in front of him, he sunk his nails into the ground, attempting to pull away with some dirt. While he had succeeded in digging out some more of the base of the den, he was not able to pull his large shoulder frame from the entry of the den. Pushing his weight down on his hind legs, he tried to pull his frame free from the wretched hole. To no avail did he get free, slumping down in forfeit to the hole. To make matters worse, his frame was blocking most of the air flow, making it stuffy and sweat inducted despite the cold temperatures outside. He could only hope some other came by before the night fell with his butt completely exposed to the freezing temperatures.