Redhawk Caldera contains zero juice

Ruenna was still adjusting to her new role within the Caldera. Not that she was doing anything out of the norm or anyone was treating her any differently-- it was just a new way of looking at everything. Everything she laid eyes on was hers, but more than that, it was her responsibility. If she did well as Sovereign, the Caldera would thrive, although Blacktail Deer Plateau, Asterism Grove, and Moonspear had taught her that there would always be unexpected situations and the forces of nature with which to contend. If she failed, the way of life of a pawful of wolves was ruined, and the place that had been home to generations would come to naught. 

The first time she had passed Phox, he was still sleeping soundly at the rendezvous site. Rue had made a lot of progress since the trauma of her youth, but one thing she could still never imagine doing was falling asleep out in the open, completely exposed. What must it feel like, to return to the place of his birth and still call it home? To rest and recover on the very dirt he was raised upon? Would Ruenna ever be as relaxed anywhere as Phox was within the Caldera? 

The next time Ruenna trekked through the rendezvous site, Phox was awake, albeit a bit bleary-eyed. "Morning," Ruenna said to him warmly, nevermind how low the sun was hanging in the sky. With a wave of her tail she asked, "How does it feel to be home?" It felt ironic to Ruenna that Phox's return-- the very possibility that had made her hesitate to accept the Sovereign position-- had occurred almost as soon as she ascended.