Redhawk Caldera Crash deconstructed

Hex had been apart of the pack they called Redhawk Caldera for a few days now, though the Kesuk-Nox had spent the majority of the time busying himself with refining the abandoned, half caved in den he'd found and claimed for himself. When he wasn't busy reconstructing that, attempting to make it home in a pack full of strangers to him, he was busy attempting to learn the layout of the pack's claimed lands. It was during such an attempt that he'd, embarrassingly enough managed to somehow double back upon his own tracks, stopping when it was his own scent that flooded his flared, leathery black nostrils in the stead of a fellow pack mate's. A low curse was muttered under his breath, as his ears slicked back to his skull as his own ineptness at learning territories quickly. Obviously, Outrider was out of the question, but then again he'd never been very skilled at tracking. He was much more formidable at things consisting of fights, be it a Warden or Warrior. His body was built to enforce brunt and heavy attacks. He was slowed by his bear-like frame, a common trait in the Kesuk line, but slow and steady won the race — or so he'd heard numerous times as a child when he complained about it.

Eyes of fierce ice blue rolled at his own idiocy as he kicked a clump of dirty snow against the nearest tree trunk with an irritated huff. It had began to become clear as to why he was never Suluk's favorite. Why would he be? He was as uncoordinated with tracking as a klutz was at dancing. For all of his intelligence and he couldn't even manage to memorize even basic things like landmarks. How he'd managed to find his way here, per Ira and Bones' directions was probably nothing more than dumb luck. With a wiry scowl set having set upon his lips, the Kesuk-Nox started forth again, only to pause and hesitate as he stumbled upon an ebony man, one that smelled of newborns and the most prominent scent (besides the Alpha female's own) upon the borders. Hex recognized him as the Alpha Male, Peregrine, he thought Elwood had told him his name was, though his suspicion was merely confirmed by the ivory woman who had lowered herself into submission to him just as Hex entered the scene.

The scowl disappeared from his facial expression but his face was still hard, still disgusted with himself, though Hex had no intentions of sharing in his failures with either of them. “I apologize for the intrusion,” Hex spoke up, assuming that one of them had likely figured out that he was there, anyway. To Peregrine (or whom Hex thought was Peregrine, at any rate) he offered a submissive posture, and to the female whose rank and name were unknown to him he offered a mutual nod, not sure if she was higher ranked or below him. At the moment, it didn't much matter to Hex, who was busy wallowing in his own self depreciation.