Lake Rodney strung in my web

Something about the name 'Redsand' rang a few bells in his mind, although perhaps it was only because it was close to 'Redhawk.' She was pretty, with plush white fur and sparkling eyes; Killdeer immediately internally cursed himself for the thought—

You have a pregnant wife at home, you idiot.

The dark-furred man had a question for him, and he turned to him with a nod. I'm trying to restart my family pack at Redhawk Caldera, just over there, he replied, and canted his head toward its bulk in the distance. My name is Killdeer.

Recruiting in the summer would be more difficult, he imagined. The warm season lacked the desperation of autumn and winter. Still, he thought as he looked the pair over, they apparently had nowhere else to be—and if it was belonging they sought. . .

We could use some extra paws, Killer added, smiling a bit wryly.