Redhawk Caldera I don't believe in talking just to breathe.

@Fox? If that's okay :)

Days had turned into weeks, and the hours had still gotten colder. Occasionally, there was that one pleasant day until Mother Nature decided to screw them over and push them back into the frigid temperatures of the damned season, Winter. It wasn't like he was constantly cold, but the snow just felt.. not nice. It got everywhere and it made him sneeze and cough up not nice things too. He had a speculation that he had caught whatever Peregrine had passed onto him, but not that long after did the sickness subside. He now had no fear of infecting his fellow packmates, and took it upon himself to seek out every individual. It was out of character for him to do so, but this was a new start (again) and he wasn't going to waste it (again). Hoshor and Sawtooth seemed a distant memory away, and he barely took time to remember what they had been like. It didn't matter now, Redhawk was his home and he would rather catch another one of those horrid, goopy sicknesses than part from his new home (again). He paced rather silently through the woods, though his ears swiveled ever so often looking for a trace of paw steps nearby.