Redhawk Caldera westworld

Kaizer felt like a lot was going on with him lately; more than he was used to, rather. It had everything to do with Fox, and the proverbial duress under which he had joined. He wasn't the type to regret his choice, or wonder about other options, but the responsibility of his decision was weighing on him now, and the wolf needed a second to adjust. When he wasn't hunting, or annoyingly vying for the alpha female's attention, he didn't quite know what to do with himself and would end up pacing. Back home he'd had his brothers and his cousins for company, all of whom understood him at the most basic level, making him unfairly biased towards those interactions.

The wolves of Teekon, those who had been here a while at least, were inherently different. A fact he would come to terms with eventually, but not before a bit of struggling while getting acclimated to the presently depressed sense of social stimulation in his life. After a short bout of pacing, the wolf dropped to his side and began to obsessive over an itch on his hindleg -- pulling and gnawing on the limb a bit aggressively.