Redhawk Caldera a new kingdom come

His first attempt at the Teekon Wilds had not went well for the Doctore. In the end he had fared as well as Five had ...which went without saying not well at all. The Teekon was a place of diversity and so very different from the life he'd lived in Coatl's Rise. It was ...easier for him than surely it had been for Five...and while part of Skagos ...the part that his mother aptly named Namacuix (nevermind her harsh view of the male gender) sought out these freedoms from oppression it was also all that he knew. He had been born a Gladiator — inferior to women in every and all ways. They were goddesses born to walk the earth and the men were the mere mortals at their feet, their uses limited to these goddesses. The Amazon women had never called themselves goddesses of any sort and yet this was how Skagos had chosen to romance his predicament in life. The civil war that waged within him desired to continue on how he'd always been. He couldn't claim that there was anything particularly disheartening about the Doctore rank he'd held since he was just a year old. It was the highest rank a male could claim, and it had plenty of worthwhile perks. 

Still, the unrest within him whispered the treasonous thoughts that it wasn't enough. Being the favorite Gladiator of the amazon women alongside Five wasn't enough, commanding the males wasn't enough, training the boys wasn't enough. Yet, he was not so certain that he could turn off the way he'd been raised to think, either. Despite these treacherous thoughts against what he'd been born into he still found himself eager to serve the fairer sex, to be their most devoted and loyal servant. The enforcer of their law and the cutthroat of any who betrayed them. It was this and the frigid grasp of winter that had driven him into the arms of Redhawk Caldera, into their fold and ranks. He spent the first couple hours getting a feel of the land after his acceptance, his pace slowed when he neared the place in which he'd started, turning frosted blue eyes skyward for a moment, taking in the clouds that drifted across the blue sky of the morning.

No doubt they would want him to begin his contribution to the pack as soon as possible and for the moment the Doctore contemplated hunting something to add to one of the pack's caches. Their ranks would take some adjustment, aware that they did not follow the strict “males on the bottom rung always” that had dominated Coatl's Rise since it's creation. As an Eta — though likely the lowest wolf in their ranks — he was not sure what to make of it. He might have been the lowest adult wolf in their ranks but it was a higher rank than he'd ever held before and it almost felt blasphemous to him.