Redhawk Caldera the original

Had she kept moving, the Bluesummer would have paid the girl less mind than he did when he found her just standing there. Kaizer became frozen too, his nose twitching and his ears pressed forward as he examined her scent from afar. This was one of the beta male's children, he realized -- whose names escaped him -- though he probably could have guessed it by looking. The slate girl looked quite like her parent and siblings, and he remembered her older brother then, wondering suddenly if he had recovered any from his collapse that day. He had unconsciously avoided any scent of the depressed wolf, perhaps thinking that he might be infected by his mood if he lingered anywhere near him.

But this was not the yearling. She was younger, and somehow more innocent. Even as she seemed to cringe in on herself, Kaizer returned to her an air of confidence and reassurance; red ears and perked tall and tail wagging slowly. "Wanna help me get rid of a villain?"