Redhawk Caldera I AM SAM. I AM SAM. SAM I AM.

Children had always been strange to Cinar. How could something come into the world with as little strength or common sense as a rodent and manage to grow into something as mighty as a wolf? He had never disliked them, he had gotten along with Killdeer and Amalia's young one's just fine, but he still couldn't understand how so many lived.

Maybe that was why when an unfamiliar pup, surely one of Towhee's, wandered from the den without a parent his immediate reaction was dread, panic, and then only a pit in his stomach.

Rising to his paws, he approached with a chuff passing his lips. Back inside yavru, where's your mother? Sleeping inside the Hobbit Hole, he assumed.