Redhawk Caldera red right hand

of course! I've written this in such a way that we can fade now if you want!

Fitz took a brief moment to think about all he had accomplished since coming to the valley. He had joined the Plateau, met Fox and Perry, move with them to the Caldera, gained a trade, met a girl... That was enough for a lifetime let alone only a few months. He was proud and pleased at how his life had gone so far but now it was time to make the Caldera home. He had had a few down moments where he hadn't felt worthy, where he had wanted to be the beta, but now he was feeling more comfortable in himself. He may not have what was required to lead but, in truth, he didn't really want that. All he wanted was to live his life with family and the wolves here were the closest family he had ever had.

Returning to the situation in front of him, he also adopted a playful pose. His lessons in sparring had been few and far between - he hadn't been much older than a year when he had left. Plus Fierce and Agression had been the pack protectors. Now was his chance.

He leapt towards Fox, aiming to knock her off balance as he bounded next to her - it was highly likely to rebound and make him fall instead. Practice makes perfect and he would take this time to practice until it was perfect. Or at least better.