Lion Head Mesa you got a fast car, is it fast enough so we can fly away?

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Things seemed to be going well at Redhawk, well, as far as he knew. He wasn't aware of Peregrine deciding to step down, nor the rift that had occurred between the Alpha couple, but how would he? It wasn't any of his business. Without this knowledge, he was perfectly content. Without wandering too far, he crossed over the borders, into unclaimed territory once more. He didn't like it, the feeling of being without a pack. Memories of Sawtooth disappearing still haunted him. How would you feel it one day your pack just up and vanished? Of course he knew they didn't just evaporate into thin air, they had left him without so much as a goodbye. He wasn't sore about it, but it aggravated him. He would never do such a thing to Redhawk.

Trekking forward, his mind wavered from the subject of the Spire. He had no need for that kind of stress in his life. Despite his large frame, he walked silently through the forest. He had a curious mind, ironically, as his ears swiveled ever so often in search of sound. Instead, he noticed a strange wolf ahead. His eyebrows furrowed. Strange, he thought, though truthfully, there was nothing strange about it. He walked up to the male, smelling the scent of another pack on him. Instantly, he reminded himself that he was not on Redhawk territory anymore. His muscles relaxed, though he was still alert if the stranger tried anything. "Hello..?" He said, the lack of social skills evident. It seemed the male was looking at the mountain, oddly. Who looked at a mountain? Strange strangers these days, he wondered silently.