Redhawk Caldera i’ll digest you one kiss at a time

To the beckons of the commander, he split his jaws in a great yawn then pressed his muzzle against his mate's shoulder and began to move closer to their little gathering with her. He knew what was coming, saw the necessity of it, and of course liked the idea of abandoning their Redhawk campsite, but knowing it had to be without some of their own was far from his ideal. It could not be helped, however, and they had to return to the cliffs soon before Eske could begin to worry for them.

Nevertheless, he turned his ears towards Thuringwethil and divided his attention among the gathering to observe languidly. Long nights in a foreign pack left him wearing thin, so he had a need to conserve and rest for the voyage back home while they still had the chance. He wanted their trek back to be relatively effortless, although it was not going to be without heavy hearts as they left Wildfire behind to hopefully mend. Towards that, he was only hesitantly hopeful. In a perfect outcome, she would be recovered enough to travel and stay with them, where they could keep her safe and where their proven medics could tend to her.. but these others were her family, he had to reason, and these were the wolves that cared about her before Drageda had. They had given him absolutely no reason to doubt them at all.