Redhawk Caldera you did not break me

Allure had been ambitious when she had parted ways with her parents. Her mother had birthed another litter by her father despite their constant bickering and insistence that they were not in a relationship. While she kept her comments to herself, she had looked upon her new baby siblings and mentally wished them the best of luck in dealing with her parents antics, and with an extra kiss planted upon Swift’s cheek, Allure swept away in what she claimed as exploring the world.

Except she had no true interest in that. Her pale paws were quick to lead her back to the Teekon Wilds – to home. But fatigue had quickly clawed at her ambition, and winter was a poor time to decide her homesick woes could only be cured at visiting her old stomping grounds. Young, and still learning, the Frostfur girl found herself at a pack border – the scent was vaguely familiar in a sense – and little did she know that the pack belonged to the dark male who had helped herself, her mother and brother at one point.

Having learned the boundaries of respect from her ever vigilant father, Allure settled herself a decent length from the pack’s borders, waiting for someone to come find her.