Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

Grandson gone missing — and great grandchildren left fatherless. A wife left without a husband. She understood deeply now why the woman had called to the skies with such sharp grief, why this hung so heavily over the both of them now. It was not just a member gone wayward without a word. It was family and the ripples that were left in their wake were heavier than anybody simply departing a group.

She did not need to voice any possible concerns or conclusions they could both come to. Gone hunting and never returned.

Once more, she did not believe in fate, but it was clear there was both a need and a want here. Both of them could benefit from a more prolonged presence. The recruitment spiel would have been unnecessary when the Redhawk already shared so much with her.

I was looking. She declared with a longer, thoughtful gaze at the woman. I can stay. I will help in any ways needed. No recruitment spiel needed.

Hunting, search parties. She was a wolf and her skills stood alongside all of those before her.

Give me first task and I will go after storm.

She blinked against the harsh illumination of the sky as if it sought to taunt the two of them.