Redhawk Caldera turning to ash

A soft chuckle slipped past Siv’s lips at the blunt remark that was left behind by Fox. Her brows lifted upwards as she glanced towards the rusty-furred female. She then mentioned that they would be protected from others within the boundaries of the caldera. This comment would not have normally bothered Siv, but the silence that followed the statement was enough to allow the young coywolf to ponder what could warrant a need for safety from others. The Savoy girl was new to the Teekon Wilds and therefore, she knew very little about the packs that were scattered throughout the area or even their standings with each other. It was odd for her to understand that she was walking in to this pack blindly. Impulsive by nature, but not foolish, Siv decided to keep quiet about the final remark that was left by Fox. They trailed further along the base of the caldera. Occasionally, Siv would pause to help in the branding of the borders, marking the territory as that of Redhawk. Her mind seemed to buzz with further questions, however, and while she did not want to be overbearing to Fox, she very rarely could keep her mouth shut. “How many others are there in the pack? Any kids? I love kids… they’re a hoot,” she prompted.