Redhawk Caldera turquoise

Ponyboy's bravado had been shaken when his father had returned on death's doorstep, and had remained in poor condition in the days following. He didn't need to be told to behave, not when he saw that his father didn't have the energy or strength to move from the den. He sensed worry hanging about the pack, and it ruffled him. Wary of something bad that he couldn't even completely comprehend, Ponyboy minded his manners, spent a lot of time fishing in the lake, and had begun to follow the paths along the borders. 

Responsibility suited him. 

A call came from a friendly voice, and he trotted off to meet whoever it was that had come calling. He could smell meat, and hastened his pace, to find himself approaching someone who looked a great deal like a younger Maia. She smelled of the pack that Ajei had come from, which made him curious. His eyes fell to the meat and he licked his lips. "That fer us?" He asked, tail waving hopefully.