Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

assuming he'd be accepted into the pack! AW but maybe @Amalia? <3

Today, he was hanging around the Hobbit Hole. The 'Hobby Ho,' as he'd called it as a youngster.

It was strange to be back. Especially without Caracal.

Every tree and turn reminded him of his friend. Not to mention the memories of Towhee, Fennec, Bronco. . . It felt as if ghosts lingered in every nook and cranny, and sometimes he questioned his decision to settle here. Had it been a good move for his psyche?

Killer sighed and settled outside the old whelping den, enjoying the feel of tiny snowflakes on the wind settling against his cheeks and temples. His fur was plush, body well-suited for this weather.

It was nice to be back—even if the nice held hands with the strange: every day, every hour.