Redhawk Caldera Please don't make any sudden moves

So much had happened lately—the locusts, the famine, Peregrine's expedition, Peter's death, the father's (stupid, secret) suicide attempt, the birth of the Beta pair's children—and it put the Redhawk monarch at odds and ends with his surroundings. But the lands were making a slow but sure recovery now; the herds were returning to this neck of the wilderness; and things seemed calm, at least for the moment. It was time to get back into the swing of things as a wild wolf and Alpha of the pack.

He started the day with a patrol, then a hunt, and delivered his catch to the Blackthorns' den before passing by the rendezvous site to check on the boys. They weren't there; they were probably following Fox around somewhere or, hell, they were old enough (four months!) to roam freely a bit now. Peregrine prowled toward the caldera next, slinking to the water's edge and taking a long drink before reposing and thinking of what to do next.

There were a few newcomers he had yet to acquaint with properly. So he summoned @Hatshepsut and @Sassafras—well, he didn't necessarily know how many or their names, so he actually just summoned "the n00bs"—the tone of his howl not a request for their presence but a command.