Redhawk Caldera Whisper

Young and aspiring to earn her place among the pack that had allowed her entry, to say she was nervous would be a horrendous understatement. The girl felt so displaced in the world that a very tender part of her heart beckoned her to go back to her parents – to join their ranks once more among the safety of what she knew. She might have had four homes since her birth, but they had all been with the same wolves until now – and it became very apparent to her that it was her pack mates that made a place a home.

Longing for her brothers, the girl attempted to keep busy. Almost settling on rounding the borders, it was a quick beckon that drew her forward – one of her pack mates was calling for someone nearby to join him on a hunt, and while her heart hammered in her chest, the bi-toned girl made her pace quicken in hi direction, forcing herself to meet one of the new faces that had likely called this home for far longer than she had even existed.

His grey form came to view, and lowering herself in submission, the yearling prowled forward, her bright eyes falling to the wolf’s cheek. “Hello,” she offered, hoping her voice sounded far more confident then she felt.