Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

The two adolescents dismissed themselves and Nightjar watched them go with a smile and a wave of his tail. He would catch up with the both of them soon enough, unaware that there were in fact two others in their litter that were still alive. The pair was evidently close, closer than Nightjar had ever been with either of his sisters. He had to wonder if the loss of their parents was the reason for that.

With a relaxed sigh, the tawny Redhawk followed his godfather over the borders and stretched his toes in the soil before falling in comfortably. It was weird to think of Elwood as his Alpha male. It was weird to follow along, be introduced to the territory he was born in, and not think of the man as his father's right hand. He would get used to it in time.

"All over the place," answered Nightjar as he squinted up the slope for any sign of other life. How many wolves did the Caldera boast now? When he left, it wasn't too many. "I wandered a whole lot. Traded my fighting skill for food when I needed to. Scavenged a lot of the time. Helps that I can beat the snot out of a lot of smaller loners." Was admitting that he'd beaten and stolen food from others the wisest thing? Probably not, but when had he ever had a verbal filter? "So, Alpha now, huh? How's it feel?"