Redhawk Caldera New Cydonia.

I understand. Loss like that turns ugly. It didn't matter how old you were, so long as you could understand the depth of it you could feel it's sting.

Towhee assured him that she would give a visit to Alivia, satisfying Cinar enough to join her in her walk. I haven't spoken to any of them since they arrived. He admitted. But if they're still here, I have to assume they don't mind. He raised an eyebrow after a moment, questioning just how many wolves Towhee knew. Sure, she had her fair share of years to meet each of them, but could she remember all those names and faces?

The caldera seems popular with newcomers as of late. He mused, Cinar reflecting on the new faces he had seen and met; Wagtail, small but fit enough for Cinar to think she could handle herself, and another woman larger than himself with a thick white coat. Those two both appeared to be viable hunters, capable of contributing.. and then there was Whip and the sickly child. Each were at opposite points in their lives where Cinar wasn't so sure how helpful they could be. Do you think we'll all be able to keep up with the caches? It's a lot of mouths to feed.