Redhawk Caldera whitewhisker

the children were growing like weeds. there is a slightly bittersweet ache in kivaluk's chest as he follows chickadee, corralling the children from the back in case they were wont to wander; though with their small procession of friends and family members also tagging along to help celebrate the move and milestone in the children's lives they wouldn't get far if they did get past him.

kivaluk is quiet as they relocate, unable to help the thought that their next move would be to dens of their own. his gaze touches each of his children, wondering what paths they might take in their lives yet to come.