Redhawk Caldera woke up in india

His talk with Raven yielded what he hoped for, his bloodline was within the Caldera and more awaited him outside their lands. The lion maned man took Towhee up on her offer to stay with her sibling for longer than three days, upping his visit to a week. It was a pleasant stay, one he may take again in the future. For now, he was inclined to his usual afternoon hunts and cache filling. Soon he thought to ask around his pack for spars, the memory in his muscles ached for a match or two. His mind, though not as sharp since his youth, yearned to learn something new, something abundantly useful for his pack. Though he had yet to figure out what it was he needed to be. As the last flecks of dirt was kicked over the badger he'd caught minutes ago, Sifaka spotted movement in his peripheral vision. He watched as the beige colored woman dug for a meal. At first glance the man couldn't identify her, his head leaned forward and his eyes squinted as if that would aid in identifying her. Then it came to him, it was Meerkat. She was scraggily and malnourished, it took Sifaka by surprise to see her deteriorated condition. She dug for a meal but the lion wasn't sure there would be food there, personally, he hadn't gotten to fill that cache. The badger popped into his mind and he knew the mammal was better use for her consumption than other packmates. Plus, he secretly had favor towards his newfound niece. 
The dirt had yet to settle in place, which made the cache easy to dig up again, with a few large movements the badger was free and hanging by the skin on its back in Sifakas maw. After quickly replacing the dirt, he trotted towards the young woman and plopped the creature down. "You look awful." He deadpanned while he sat on his bottom. It wasn't an insult, not to him, but others might take it as such. "What happened to you?" His voice was slightly inquisitive, a hint of concern tracible to keen listeners. Sifaka, a blunt brute in every way but had some kindness to offer.