Redhawk Caldera the wood of the wind; a cliff, a fall

@Bronte and @Ponyboy - although I know he is caught up in some drama outside the borders, so no pressure to join if it doesn't match your timeline!

He'd been lax in his reason for coming here in the first place—to better get to know his younger siblings. Boris's scent was faint, which concerned him a bit. Luckily, Ponyboy's and Bronte's were both much stronger, and so he tried to find their most recent nexus, looking for the two.

Eventually, as he came out onto the peninsula that jutted into the caldera's lake, he gave the bloodhound shit up and howled for them instead. 

While he waited, he looked over the water, iced over with the chill of winter. How thick was it? Killdeer knew better than to go out and test for himself, but he strode toward the shore anyway, wanting at least a closer look. 

The fish must be having the time of their lives, safe underneath that icy shield.