Heron Lake Plateau One hundred bad days

The dream came again. The red, one-eyed wolf. Unlike the other dreams, she was joined by a silvery black wolf. They were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and the silvery wolf whispered something inaudibly to the much smaller one-eyed wolf. Phox whined (in the dream and on the outside). He wanted to understand what they were trying to say to him, but when they opened their mouth, their words were muffled.

The Redhawk blinked himself awake, feeling less rested and more confused than he had before he'd drifted off. The sun was high in the sky, probably midday, and he rolled over to take a peek at the kids, who were sleeping peacefully (but who knew how long that would last). @Towhee was awake, though, and he turned to her.

-I want to start scouting for a new place. Whether that means finding another pack or starting our own, I want to be ready when the kids are old enough.- The more he thought about it, the more he knew it was going to be the right move. With Quixote and Raven surely having children, he knew the Redhawks would be fine without them.