Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah huffed softly, not quite a laugh, but close. Fair enough, he said about the color, stretching his forelegs out in front of him. The grass was warm under his chest, and it made answering her question feel easier somehow.
A year from now? he echoed, eyes drifting toward the ridge before flicking back to Towhee. Honestly… I just want to be trusted here. Know everyone’s names, where they fit. Be part of something again. A real pack. A family.
His mouth tugged faintly at one corner. Maybe even find a wife someday, he added, like it was half a joke but not really. Though don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to fall in love with me or anything. 
@Trailhawk floated through his mind. 
He rolled one shoulder, easy and open. I just… want to belong somewhere again, and be relied on. A lead hunter perhaps, if we've got those.