Redhawk Caldera My mind put to motion

The she-wolf fell into step behind him without a word, obedient to the letter. He threw her an appreciative glance, then focused on the task at hand. As he walked, he alternated between dropping his nose to the earth to comb for scents and lifting his muzzle into the air to sift through the breeze. There were plenty of smells, yet nothing promising just yet. He kept moving.

"We will not give up until we catch something," Peregrine let his companion know, to make her aware of the time and energy commitment here. Again, he looked over at her. "Now, you can either give me a name or I can assign you one. Which would you prefer?" he asked, his lips twitching a little impishly.