Redhawk Caldera You're gonna have to learn to like the rockin' of the waves.

Across the lake, Bronco had approached to scout the shorelines for tracks. As the main water source in the Caldera, the lake drew to it all manner of life, which allowed him to keep a decent tab on what kinds of prey were either living nearby or passing through. 

He liked the humidity, and also sensed the rain that might fall later on. For him, the warm rain was welcome; he disliked the cold rain that stung and chilled. 

He’d just begun to wander along the lake’s edge when he thought he heard a voice, and looked up. Out on the island, within view, was a figure he recognized- with a small, auburn pup alongside him. 

He balked slightly, not sure exactly if Reyes might be protective over his young one, and unsure still if he held any grudge toward Bronco for his mother’s wrongdoings. They couldn’t avoid each other forever, he supposed.

He uttered a soft woof of greeting- and unless he was invited over to the island, he’d simply continue tracking along the shore.