Redhawk Caldera Spoiler recoil.

His morning hunt was a success, the pair of rather large hares were buried in the single cache pit Sifaka managed to sniff out. Admittedly he wished to have caught more but the bug eyed cretins were slick and slid into their burrows. He didn't possess the patience to wait for the drove to regain their confidence, so he settled on two with the exception that he must gather another pair by sunset. The lion maned man was usually content with his catches, proud of his ability to hunt to sustain but his habits were for one, not many. His newfound pack life was going to change him quite significantly but it was a equal trade off of protection, food and a chance to find a mate, although his eyes were mainly set on the protection and food aspect. 

With no sign of any wolves nearby Sifaka decided to move inland to see what the Caldera had to offer. His gait started with a trot that slowly faded into a walk as he neared more unknown territory and began to be intrigued by the new smells that peppered the area. Peace and serenity enveloped the males ears, caressing them with the songs and melodies of birds chattering in the air and in trees. Sifaka stopped to admire a red crested cardinal singing on a branch above him, he envied the winged fowl and their limitless freedom but he did not dwell on them for long and moved on.

A streak of orange caught his eye as he turned to head back, he stopped and stared at the wolf some distance away. His eyes assessing the female, her stature, gait, and fur. Sifaka could not help but notice she was carrying milk and began to think she was the matriarch. The maned male didn't leave it up to chance that she would catch sight of him so he moved to her line of sight. Whether or not she noticed him as he drew closer would not stop him from asking, "Are you Towhee?".