Redhawk Caldera home in the wild

the morning is quiet, the shadows of night linger and keeping away the worst of the heat of the day yet to come. kivaluk patrols the borders before dawn even breaks and once it does, his path deviates. he does not stray far from the caldera, but follows the known path of one of the deer herds he's been tracking and keeping a close eye on.

it is easy enough to find them: the trampled foliage, the tell-tale hoof prints in the dirt, and the tufts of fur that is sometimes left behind on broken twigs.

kivaluk keeps his distance, perched up on a boulder that offered as a nice watch tower to observe without spooking them. the herd paints a peaceful picture: sleepily grazing and unbothered by the world 'round them.