Redhawk Caldera The crisis in the crossfire

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He avoided the borders pointedly, and mostly kept to the borders of the lake at the heart of the territory. He was still a bit leery of wading in too deep, as that dropoff scare had frightened him quite a bit. But he'd remembered some of his earliest hunting experience had been scouting out muskrat lodges along the banks of the lake, and decided that he might try to hunt a bit, and start earning his keep. Fennec and her feathery friends had been helping him mend in the meantime. 

He wondered if he should track down Killdeer and see if he was interested in a lesson, but he didn't want to overwhelm the boy. So he saw fit to meander along the lake's edge, squinting his eyes against the light of the morning sun that reflected off the surface, trying to sniff out some recent muskrat tracks.