Redhawk Caldera Ain’t no good life

Ponyboy was supposed to be under his father’s watch- and for once, had been fairly tame. He chewed on a stick, he pounced at some bugs- nothing out of the ordinary. He bided his time until his father became calm, and began to look a bit sleepy. 

Then, he bolted.

He heard his name called, and he heard his father howl. He had two other children he could not simply abandon- but Ponyboy did not heed the message which was fairly clear-

Get my son and bring him back to the den!

But it was also likely that everyone else in the pack would hear it.