Redhawk Caldera sweet little lady sings like a songbird

@Sylvie get ur bum in here, oh also anyone else i guess he's comin to check out the club. he's at the borders btw.

Gentle willow branches bid the passing wolf farewell. Henry stepped out of the forest and onto the grounds of a grassy plain. In the distance was the caldera. On the breeze that blowed through the willow trees was the scent of a pack. It carried promise to the yearling ranger. It was the first sign that he had passed into his own story – out of the Deepwood and his past.

Henry followed the stretch of grass for some time until he came upon the marked borders to the caldera. It was there that he stopped to sniff at each of the unfamiliar smells. There were a few wolves within the claim, he could tell. The young Blackthorn wondered if they were opposed to visitors.

The ranger tossed his head to the sky and howled for any who would meet him on the border.