Redhawk Caldera Been there, Done that

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Patrolling was beginning to take up most of FitzDutiful's time. It was either patrolling or hunting, hunting or patrolling. He was still working up the courage to ask Raissa to be his mate but he had a feeling that would be all ready to go in a day or two. Warden at the ready, Fitz was on his usual rounds when an uncomfortable scent filtered into the air followed by a howl.

Blackfeather Woods.

FitzDutiful felt a moment of fear. What was a woods wolf doing here? Did they know that this was where Raissa was? Had they come to fetch her back, to finish the job that they had started when they broke her ankle. FitzDutiful had never asked Raissa how that had occurred so he automatically thought the worst. That the shadowy pack had done it to her as penance.

He approached the border carefully, hackles almost raised in warning. "Yes?" He would say no more than that. He wouldn't ask what the Caldera could do for the male standing on their doorstep. He would be happier doing nothing. Fighting with his fears, but not letting any show, he eyed the snow wolf warily.