Redhawk Caldera dimpling

It pained him to think about, but he’d been too far away to help when the bird had attacked. Not far, but still too far. Fortunately, aside from some minor wounds, their three children had all survived, even Ponyboy who had fared the worst- and now had a cropped ear, like his father.

He didn’t want his children to bear acts like him. He wanted them to be soft, perfect- resplendent, like their mother. 

Her concerns were shared. He carried guilt still, so her request was not something he would deny. He nodded. ”There’ve always been hawks and owls here, they like the altitude I think.” He admitted with a sigh. Frankly, he wasn’t sure anywhere on the Caldera was safe- knowing its history. 

Within one week, they’d fended off a cougar, had tolerated a grizzly as it passed through, and he’d seen an owl perch on a tree as he healed from his wounds. It was a haven for predators. 

”They’ll soon be too big to be prey,” He reassured her. ”But we can absolutely find a new den now. I can start looking this evening.”