Redhawk Caldera The wider sun

It was only mid-afternoon but already the sun was sinking steadily toward the west. The sky was a hazy white deepening to gray nearer the horizon. Peregrine smelled snow on the air and wouldn't be surprised if some fell overnight. The caldera was already sprinkled with it, like some sort of frosted cupcake.

Taking advantage of the last few hours of daylight, Peregrine wrapped up his afternoon patrol and then began seeking @FitzDutiful. He had yet to sit down and having a meaningful conversation with the fellow since prior to the pack's foundation over a month ago. It bothered him that he hadn't stayed in better touch with his own pack mate, especially a transplant from the plateau. He also wondered why the man had been so scarce and was interested in some sort of explanation.