Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

A chill wind blew past the short-coated she-wolf's shoulders, drawing a shiver from her core. She glanced narrowly up at the flat mountaintop again, wondering in spite of herself what had caused that. Natural phenomena were so far beyond her fathoming that something like a mountain literally blowing its top never occurred to her. Her eyes traced along the light-limned lip, noting a chip on one side that was begging to be viewed from above. In that moment, Wylla made the decision that she would see it whether or not this pack formally allowed her to.

She readjusted her posture and scanned the mountainside, starting when she noticed a dark form racing down the slope in roughly her direction. Wylla often met situations head-on with a hearty dose of sass, but the sight of a wolf barreling directly for her was enough to make her shrink back and flip her ears to the side. She didn't realize Towhee was running for reasons not related to her at all, and that only became clear when the wolf suddenly stopped and brayed the most horrendous sound into the air, causing Wylla's ears to flatten fully.

She noticed the hawk at exactly the same moment that Towhee noticed her, and squinted incredulously. "What the hell?" she blurted aloud, rather forgetting her decorum in the moment, but fortunately, the combination of bafflement and uncertainty painted a convincing enough picture of submission. Was this a pack of nutjobs or what?