Redhawk Caldera What does the future hold?

Seven didn’t sound like a dire number, particularly with a stronger leader in place. Towhee tried to remember what she knew about Alaric. Was he the one who reminded her of her long lost mate? She couldn’t quite recall. It didn’t matter. There was also Tiuttuk, attached to Moonspear much like her great grandmother had once been loyal to the earth beneath their paws.

Perhaps it was this mental comparison that made her frown slightly. She knew she’d been hurt by her father’s decision, that her reaction had wounded him in turn. But loyalty like that should be celebrated, even if Towhee worried about what would become of Treepie should the pack cease to exist.

I don’t know what you called it when Brecheliant lived here, the Redhawk said, apropos of nothing, but we always called that the Hobbit Hole. She gestured at the spacious lair nearby. I always tried to get everyone to use it, though I know a lot of wolves prefer their own dens. If this shakes out, it’s where I plan to stay, if that’s okay with you and Killer. I’d love it if we all shared but, again, I understand the need for your own space…