Redhawk Caldera vividly

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He approached the Caldera in singular intent, lured in by keen nostrils and a (purposely) convenient breeze. Yet a few miles out, his approach would not be deterred by the presence of a border. He would find where it was weakest, and he would seek to intrude. Borders were heeded only by those who were afraid— those who didn't know what they wanted— but Kaizer was no such wolf. He was a bachelor, uninterested in the life of the casanova male. For he craved things no single wolf should want; broad strength and social affection, the only kinds of things that came in numbers.

He would throw himself at the mercy of those who dwelled there. He would strive to pass every test thrown his way, and triumph until he reached a tier in the pecking order he was satisfied with. Bluesummer was painfully aware of how reckless he was being, aiming to barge into a family dynamic and inject himself as an unknown entity, but the smell was driving him wildly, instinctively forward, forcing him to feel ready to compete as necessary— to get what he wanted.

He had yet to reach the borders, but his pace did not imply that he would stop once he reached them.