Redhawk Caldera kick rocks

Her spectral consort had at long last vanished, though Towhee once again found herself wondering if she was hallucinating. She pressed her nose into the dirt at her feet, trying to suss out the minutest trace, and still couldn’t be certain. She could’ve sworn she smelled @Seal, though it had to be her imagination, as why would her granddaughter come this close to the caldera and not say “hello”?

She lingered at the spot a while longer, then brushed the dirt off her nose and slowly resumed her patrol. Her mind stayed with the Sveijarn-Corten clan for a while, wondering how Meerkat et al were doing. Towhee hadn’t seen them in so long, her chest actually pinched tight with how much she missed them. Bushtit hadn’t been by in a while, either, not to mention all the other wayward wolves. The Elder let out a long-suffering sigh.

Two figures appeared in the distance, one of them familiar and the other not so much. Towhee hastened her pace a little, realizing as she came closer that she recognized the darker fellow. She couldn’t place him, though as she slowed her step and flanked her pack mate, his scent made her think vaguely of the lowlands and Soto specifically.