Redhawk Caldera home in the wild

subconsciously, she had just been copying his actions. the way that he tracked the herd. his quiet, his consideration. she was embarrassed, ears flattened as he came down to her level, but only for a moment as she regained her confidence. yes, papa, she said in hushed tones. would you share with me? she wanted to know what he was thinking as he watched them.

there were so many scents from the herd that it was almost overwhelming to her. the scent of deer, to her eyes and nose, were all musk and earth toned. it took careful consideration to tell them apart.