Redhawk Caldera You can't choose your family

AW; tryna meet my packmates :D

It was nice here. Different, but nice. Varied. Instead of the plains, which were gorgeous but grew monotonous after a while, this landscape had mountains, forests, rivers. Even the sea was close. Nashoba could see a lot of it from her perch atop the caldera, sitting on a medium-sized rock, keeping watch over her new home.

She was a pack wolf again, joined to a group after weeks of wandering alone. Yet this was different. The caldera wolves were not family; they were strangers, and while they would become friends and allies in time, they still lacked the blood connection she had enjoyed in her birth pack.

But what good was blood, anyway? Her sister--conceived of the same joining of flesh--had betrayed her, scorned her. Could it be that the caldera wolves would become a better family to her than her actual family had been? Only time would tell.