Redhawk Caldera There's no place like home.

I'll jump in even though it might mess with my timeline. :)

While out and about in the Caldera's lands, Somnia found herself an interesting sight. A large black rump was sticking out of a fox hole. Unquestionably, the owner to the rump was inside. Somnia stifled an immature giggle at the thought of the rump not having an owner. She almost thought it was Peregrine at first, as he was the only large, black wolf she knew. However, upon closer inspection, this wolf carried a different, unknown scent that held traces of her packmates. For a moment she was surprised, for Somnia had forgotten that with her absence, there was bound to be a shift in the members as loners came and packmates left.

Somnia crept closer without being too loud, mistaking his intentions for being in the hole. It wasn't uncommon to try to flush small game out of the ground, or even do some remodeling to their homes to reach them. "Anything good in there?" Somnia asked softly once she was besides him. There was no need to scare anything that was in there away. She almost offered to go in there to try and reach it instead, as she was smaller and could probably get farther in. However, not sure whether there was something in there or not, she decided to wait until she got an answer to her first question.