Redhawk Caldera So, I will follow you to Virgie

it seemed all which his father had taught him, falk had been eager to toss to the wind as of late.

interacting with stranger wolves had turned into towing the line of venturing into pack territory. here, his nose presses into the flavors of the wind. his rangy limbs carry him along the outer edge of the caldera.

he follows a very specific trail left behind by a dauntingly familiar scent, but one he couldn't sort out. he assumed one he had caught in passing before and thought it comforting enough to remember.

but falcon halts just shy of the borders, tail tucking nervously amongst his hocks. peering with those warm amber eyes he dons, tokens taken from his late mother.