Redhawk Caldera Though persistence of transliminal circumpenetration does not seem to be the case.

Some days, the grief poked through only in moments; on others, it weighed down on him like a heavy blanket and he succumbed, finding himself with no will to do anything at all aside from wallow. What else was he supposed to do, anyway? He didn't want to go out and explore, and hunting interested him very little as well. His apatite had been scarce, in spite of his most recent growth spurt. 

He lay in a small cavern near the lake, his hind end sheltered in the shade, while he allowed himself to get a bit of sunshine by sprawling so that from the shoulders up, he was in the light. His limbs spread before him, he rested with his chin against the ground, unblinking. The lake glittered; he watched the sunlight dance on its surface, as if it might serve to be enough distraction.