Redhawk Caldera sweetpine

He had done a morning patrol and was considering a hunt next, having found signs of wild boar in the lowlands, but had not yet decided. Kigipigak's trail led to the heart of his new home, to the lake for a drink.

As he finished with this, the sound of steps upon stones caught in his ears. As he lifted his head up, he saw Chickadee drawing along the lake's edge and gave her a small nod of greeting.

It was still pretty early. Kigipigak had gotten so used to his routine of patrols before anyone else woke, and had yet to use his voice today.