Redhawk Caldera Let us ride, let us ride home again with a story to tell

While Gannet was looking for him, Kaizer was looking for Fox, ready to keep trying his luck. He was feeling quite plucky, his bright mood falling upon the black-footed youngster, as they crossed paths again. The grey-coated wolf eased to a stop, lifting his tail to wave invitingly as he noticed the silver-eyed boy there. He didn't see wolves as a constant stream of memories, instead treating each time as an opportunity to form a different dynamic of their relationship. The two had already explored a less favorable side, and it would be up to present company to either continue that particular cycle or change it up as he saw fit. Kaizer was flexible in this way.

His expression remained neutral, but his blue eyes were lively and imploring, having clearly impressed him before— friends?