Redhawk Caldera the horses are coming

He haunted the borders like a shadow, unwittingly following in his father’s footsteps as he too had sought solace in working toward a guardian trade. Ponyboy, on the other hand, roved along the borders like a rudderless ship, his gaze cast out into the wilderness. Whether he searched for the wretched beast that had killed his father, or the bewitching young girl he had fallen for and abandoned remained ambiguous in the mix of concern and guilt on his features.

He caught the scent of woodlands mingled with that of a wolf- one who smelled familiar enough in pack scent, but new enough to him that he was left curious. He altered his course so that he was set to intercept, and tried to convince his brow to smoothe. He shouldn’t look so concerned when meeting strangers- they might mistake it for fear.

She smelled of herbs, something that reminded him of Eljay, and that thought comforted him. He pricked his ears but allowed his tail to sway as he sought the wolf’s attention with a quiet puff of breath.