Redhawk Caldera two in the hand

Grimm was sticking to the edge of Caldera territory, mapping the extremities of the pack's claim. The strength of their collective scent varied, but she counted everything within the mountain's green cloak as Caldera proper, and any wolves that came within two miles of it were pushing their luck.

But it wasn't just wolves that posed a threat. The territory was attractive to other predators, and there were signs of departed cats and even bears scattered throughout the land.

Grimm found one such relic near the eastern border - a deep hollow, partially disguised by the lowest branches of an ancient pine. The monochrome wolf poked her nose into the darkness, her white hind leg shining like a miner's lantern behind her. "HELLO?" she hollered rudely.