Redhawk Caldera Don’t let this touch you

@eljay @teya but all welcome!

Once he departed from the canyon, Bronco made his way south, and found himself wandering toward the Caldera that reached above the horizon line in the distance. It looked almost pinkish in the faint morning light as he drew closer, pulled toward his former home by curiosity more than anything. Maybe he could find his old den, and curl up there for some time, and stay there while he worried about his son. 

Regret and shame followed him like a shadow. If he hadn’t been so foolish and quick to react, he might have been able to find himself a home with his son…But then again, he would not pledge himself to a pack of wolves who were militaristic. It was wrong. 

Once he reached the beginning of the slope, he stopped. The area was rich with wolf-scent, and among those scents he could discern both @Maia and Elijay. He looked up the slope, squinting. Had Brechelient moved here? Perhaps he’d been told at some point that the pack had moved to the Caldera but if he had, he’d forgotten. 

The Caldera wasn’t too far from the canyon. He would be able to keep visiting Killdeer without having to get too close. Perhaps, then, this might make an ideal home- if Wraen might let him in, though for some reason, it didn’t smell as though she’d been along the borders in some time. 

Hoping he might catch an old friend, and better his chances, he called out for his two previous packmates, his voice subservient and polite. He didn’t want to rush an audience, as he had no emergency, but he did hope that someone friendly might show up to see him this time.