Redhawk Caldera slip and slide

It was Jaws' first time to the center of the pack's territory, to its namesake the caldera. As he paced along the shore he absently wondered if the waterbody held any fish, but he could not see any in the deepening dark. Fish were perhaps Jaws' most preferred food, and he had a number of tricks to use to catch them. He would make it a point to return to the caldera and thoroughly scout it for fishing purposes, but for now his attention moved to the red ghost making her way to the lake edge. It was Fox, perhaps her first time out of the den since the arrival of her pups. Jaws was slightly surprised to see her but could hardly think she'd stay in the den forever.

Jaws waited and watched, but she was unaccompanied. Quietly he made his way to her, unsure if it would be appropriate - of course these days he found himself unsure often. He just was not used to pack life and not at all confident in the protocol. But he had not met his Alpha female yet, and figured she was likely to be too busy here on out.

As he neared, he bowed his low, and issued a soft question. "Do you need anything?" You think Jaws would learn to simply say hello someday.