Redhawk Caldera What does the heart desire

Time - 5:00pm | Weather - Sunny 54F (12C) | Notes - Way longer than I meant it to be, sorry!

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.Broad shoulders split the sea of snow while his legs drove him forward, each muscle in his body being tested and nearly brought to their limits. An abnormal one and a half high patch of snow stood between him and the refuge that was the Caldera but with persistence he made it through, albeit covered in snow. Sifaka kept walking closer to the Caldera until a powerful scent halted the man in his tracks, he was not to take another step. Golden eyes scanned the few trees that surrounded the border, searching for a resident of their claim but his eyes spotted nothing but jagged rock and snow. The large male moved along side the border to inspect just what kind of little haven they claimed, admittedly Sifaka was not impressed by their choice. He scrutinized the sharpness of the loose rock but appreciated the capability of it being used to the inhabitants advantage, from what the male could gather the north was only entrance. It was a short deliberation but Sifaka made his choice to reside within the grounds, perhaps remain a permanent denizen until his spiritual departure. 

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Slinking away from the border the male opted to move into the woodland nearby in search of meal, not for him but for whom ever greeted him at the border. Seeking residence without bringing some sort of offering was considered taboo and ill-mannered to Sifaka, there was no excuse not to bring something of use to their home. It did not take the experienced male long to spot small tracks in the dirt, five digit bear like prints spotted the snow in equal rhythm. A raccoon or a opossum, Sifaka could not properly judge due to how sloppy the tracks appeared. Regardless he had his offering in his sight. The male tracked the the scent that sparsely lingered in the air until he came across a, dirty, white and black raccoon. Sifaka hunched down close to the ground, his belly fur nearly touching the sludge below him. A large frame came with difficulties in stealth, his large shoulders, legs and paws could not easily maneuver like smaller wolves and his stamina drained much faster as well but that did not stop Sifaka from trying. He was in pouncing range, his chance was upon him. Thick back legs propelled him forward with great force and quicker than anticipated his maw was stuffed with raccoon fur. As soon as the little creature stopped moving Sifaka began making his way back up the hill to the Caldera.
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Once again the scent of the border stopped him in his tracks, he sat down and set his prize beside him. It was time he made his presence known. He lifted his muzzle to the air and let out a loud yet solemn call to those within. He would remain patient until someone came to greet him.