Redhawk Caldera idk what to name this

@Eljay @Teya @Bridget (tagging bridget bc medic <3)

since his last venture into the teekon wilds, castor had forged a life of his own. an empire; a family. he'd lived and loved within the sweet confines of the role that was thrust on him in childhood - only to come to the realization that he wanted none of it. it did not bring him happiness.
so when the challenger had come, red eyes glinting and teeth flashing, he had not fought. and his family had known it; he'd seen it in their eyes, the disappointment and, more painful, disgust as he was cut down before them. no one had expected the challenger to be so ruthless, however. castor had nearly been killed in the few moments it took for the others to fall upon the dishonorable would-be king. the man had been killed, as castor had taught his people to follow no tyrant, but in the aftermath it was clear that the golden king could lead them no more. he had become weak - or worse, apathetic.
even so, they had loved him. they'd offered him a place of honor for his service to them, and weeks of medicine and rest. castor had declined. he deserved to die alone, he knew.
so he'd left them. the wife and children whose names he refused to think of even now had watched as he dragged himself off to his death. he traveled as long as he could; beyond the borders and far past any lands his people knew. he walked until he could walk no longer, until he was at the brink of death.
and when he stopped, he found that he could almost detect the scents of wolves. many wolves. the border of a pack, in fact, though he was far enough off to pass it by entirely without notice. but his will was broken, and even his resolve to die had weakened. so instead, he dragged himself those last few yards, just close enough to draw the attention of the pack wolves there without seeming like a threat. he sent up a weak howl, a plea for help.