Redhawk Caldera departures

Kaizer felt very suddenly as if he had interrupted something between the two wolves. With the raccoon dropped, and his tongue lolling, he was better able to pick up how similar their individual scents were— and it made sense to him that they would be related in some way. His tail dusted the ground as he remained reclined there, watching Fox come forward to posses his gift, before offering it to the tan adolescent. Inwardly he felt miffed about the gesture. The boy was old enough to hunt for himself, and he wasn't potentially carrying his pups, but it wasn't his place to dictate what she did with what he brought her, so the Bluesummer wolf only fidgeted slightly, pulling his ears back as neither of them seemed immediately interested in the raccoon.

"Would you two like to bond alone, or make it a threesome?" he asked in an astonishingly innocent fashion, not even meaning it as a poorly placed joke. Kaizer wasn't a joker— at least, not on purpose.