Redhawk Caldera Jack-o'-lantern

The Savoy girl had hoped to keep busy for the better part of her day. The pack was new – fresh on its feet – and she was certain that there were things that could be done to help aid the leadership in getting it running fluidly. She’d taken to the river and fished, then spent the better portion of her day toting said fish from the riverside into the caldera. Just before sunset, Siv had trailed the borders, marking here and there until she had grown considerably tired. The coywolf then decided that it would be alright if she took a break to watch the sun set in the distance. Trailing the base of the mountain, the girl’s tongue lolled from the corner of her mouth and her steps skipped with an overwhelming sense of self-pride. It wasn’t until her gaze fell on a shadowy figure that she seemed to settle down. She’d yet to meet this wolf, and Siv wondered if this was one of the others that Fox had mentioned. Squinting at the male with vivid blue eyes, Siv tip-toed over to him and bobbed her head in greeting, flattening her ears to her skull. “Howdy-do! Boy, I guess great minds do think alike. That is if you came out here to watch the sunset,” she babbled a bit to the male. A wolfish grin seemed to slink onto her narrow features.