Redhawk Caldera Obsidian

Amalia had been entered into the pack of Brecheliant. She had slept soundly the night before.

She didn't know anyone, but Maia, but she found herself okay with this. She hadn't been this peaceful in a time. Perhaps she really did need a new start. Though when she thought of her friends, her heart tightened painfully. And she did miss them.

But there would be no idle paws when she was around, so with out further ado, she began to familiarize herself with the Caldera. She had, had two tours now, and she had tried to remember everything, but there was much to map mentally. So she started in the middle and would work her way out. She had made sure to increase the scent of Brechliant on her shoulders and fur. This way no one could ask if she belonged.

Black nose to the ground, she slowly worked her way around. Brown tip to her tail weaving in and out in delight. Though it was cold and misty, it was a good day.