Redhawk Caldera the oak when it blooms; a fox in the brush

It was time. Long enough to linger with no affiliation. One moon since his Dad's death. 

. . .Re-death?

Killdeer still didn't know what to make of that whole deal, but he did feel one thing, very deep down—he was not alone in his grief. Bronco had left other kids behind, and while Fennec still wandered, he felt it right to remain near his siblings, to guide them as Caracal had once guided him.

Sure, that guidance had involved foolish adventure and plenty of curse words. He'd probably tone down on both of those things. But as for the other stuff that went along with mentorship. . .

He smiled at the thought, and howled for @Maia, and, with a beat's hesitation, @Teya. He didn't know what his dad's mate thought of him, given the circumstances, and to be frank, she made him a bit nervous—in the way all beautiful women made guys nervous.

But the call to both was sent up, and now, he waited, tail swaying slightly as he tamped down the urge to pace.