Redhawk Caldera There will always be perilous waters

welcome to any!

Ever since his talk with his father, Gannet had made it his mission to be on the lookout for "bad wolves" who might be hanging about.  Of course he found none, but he was eager for the task, and imaginary villains suited him fine.

Like the branch he currently knawed on, growling as he rolled and batted at it with his paws.  Surrender, fiend!  Biting down, the branch gave a satisfying crack as it snapped, and he let out a tiny triumphant bark at its demise.