Redhawk Caldera pineflower

Caracal's cry pierced his eardrums, and he gave the other lad a rough shove before a shadow darkened the both of them. "Dad?" he heard his friend say, and Killdeer looked up to see a leggy red wolf, surveying them with eyes that reminded him of staring into the sun too long.

He didn't remember Reyes at all, having been born nearly simultaneously with the man's ousting from Redhawk Caldera. But, he supposed as he looked back and forth from father to son, he could see a resemblance.

A soft female voice interrupted this double-take, and Killdeer gazed past the man to see a woman, lithe and willowy, with fur of soft grays and creams. Suddenly in the presence of a beauty, his brain shut off and his body—slowly transitioning from that of dumb kid to dumb dude—straightened.

Um, hi, he said, ignoring Reyes' question as he shook off snow and tried to make himself somewhat presentable.