Redhawk Caldera So, I will follow you to Virgie

suddenly, there is another wolf. expecting aggression or to be driven out with teeth snapping at his heels, falcon shrinks back. tail tucking against his belly and his eyes darting for an escape.

but he is soothed when he stands corrected. an inviting jerk of the man's head and a swish of his tail beckons falcon to step into the territory, over that well-maintained boundary line.

and he does so.

he is unsure at first, but his trot turns into a lope, ears standing upright as he joins in on the hunt. a proficient yearling, he has grown up surviving on his own—not really, but his father prepared him for such—and he knows immediately what to do.

the stranger wolf sends a muskrat skittering from the den, and falcon dives for it with a burgeoning jaw to catch by the neck and snap with a clean jerk.