Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah’s head tipped, a slow, thoughtful nod tugging at his muzzle.
I thought same, he admitted with a low chuckle, one mate, one den, one set of pups. But—maybe I’m wrong. Every place got its own ways. His eyes warmed as he studied her, not pushing for more than she offered.
At the mention of Carolina and Lyric, his ears pricked. Hunting lessons, mm? That, I can do. I’d be glad to. Any pup who wants to learn—otters, deer, even marmots. His grin tugged wider, clearly amused by the memory of her teasing.
Her task was met with an eager dip of his head, brows raising. I can do that. Start tomorrow, even. Names, faces, where they belong. Won’t take a year this time. A glint of humor sparked in his eyes before he added, softer, Resident Hotah will make good on it!