Redhawk Caldera On dark wings

Ashton had arisen from his den amongst the little still breathing Amarillo daffodils, the dozens, some wilting, some still vibrant, all strategically located at the entrance of his den, almost as if Mother Nature herself, offered him a personal walkway. Exiting the tidy and roomy den of clay and earth, he stooped to sniff a little daffy, and nudged it lightly with a black nailed paw, and grinning at it, like the fool that he was.

"Hey there, little man, what's up nook of the neighborhood? Met any cute little yellow babes, lately?"

Because talking to flowers is what Ashton does.

Thinking about babes led to the golden boy remembering about him running into a chick not too long ago...one who was lost in another galaxy, with no chance of returning, if she didn't get some help : Fox.
And from the mere thought of the little fire femme fatal, the memory of a bristled shadow came with it : Peregrine.

Time to see how the dynamic duo were doing.
Or atleast, on of them. Ashton mainly wanted to see how the flamin femalia was doin, just to check her mental state.

Trotting outside the little dub of woods he chose to humbly reside in, the teen took a look around, and sighed as the sun was setting.
The hippie wasn't too happy about the darkening sky, for it meant a halt to all blooming greenery. But, Mother Nature, being the hardcore babe she was, always persevered.
However, amongst the indigo shadows the Bright Dude in the Sky made as his last kudos to the land, Ash saw something a bit darker. The shadows of the stone still lupine hinted that Ash had n ot been seen yet.

God forbid it was someone who he accidentally called the wrong name.
Team embarrassment.

The yellow plaited teen leapt up the rocks, his handsom figure moving lithely over the gray stones.
A swift whiff as he spoke, allowed Ash to confirm the wolf as Peregrine.

"Sup, dude? "

He plopped his golden little firm tush next to his new Alpha's, watching the sun wave it's final bye bye's.