Redhawk Caldera everything comes down to poo

Naturalist thread. :) May lead to scouting thread!

Each of the Caldera wolves had jobs - or were working towards one. It gave them a sense of purpose that Grimm currently lacked; after her brief stint as a wandering nomad, the days had a tendency to get a little bit long. There was plenty of food (comparatively speaking), and no need to be on constant lookout for danger; two things that had kept her busy when she wasn't moving forward.

For that reason, she had decided to live up to the grand promises she had made Peregrine, and put her limited knowledge of the natural world to good use. She had no interesting healing the sick, but knew her way well enough around trees and plants to start gathering together a cache of resources.

That morning, she rose early to begin the hunt for birch - willow trees were unlikely to grow in the vicinity, and would require scouting further afield. It was still dark when Grimm began to stalk quietly among the trees, nosing at the tree trunks as she passed them.