Redhawk Caldera Your lessers' will hunt you down

Time - 12:00pm Friday | Weather - Sunny | Notes: Backdated to yesterday 

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His word was kept, he stayed by the entrance of the Caldera and waited for Phox to return or Towhee to seek him out. Patient as ever, Sifaka spent his time roaming the border, mapping what he could and checking for fresh scents. It was a difficult task since he did not know all of his packmates scents by memory but Coyotes and Foxes often had a special funk to them, which made his job easier. Thankfully none of those scents crossed his path, Sifaka wasn't one to shy away from chasing or killing trespassers but not coming across those thieves was preferable. As the final stretch of his afternoon patrol came and went Sifaka found himself plopping down onto his hastily made bed that laid just inside the inner lip of the Caldera. Dirt, leaves and blooming cotton tree pods did not make for a comfortable bed but it was temporary as his self isolation from the rest of the pack would end within the coming week. For now some rest and relaxation was in order before he would occupy his mind with hunting in the later hours of the day.