Redhawk Caldera home in the wild

there is one other who is unbothered this morning — kivaluk's daughter. she trails him as he trails the herd. papa's scent is the same ghostly silver as his eyes. crane has learned to find warmth in them both despite their frigid colour.

she is as quiet and intentional in her approach as her father. not yet tall enough to climb the boulder which he perched upon, she rounded wordlessly to catch his gaze instead.