Redhawk Caldera A search for the weak- a call for the broken

@Peregrine Trick wants to inform him that he'll be gone searching for Lucy for a few days :) I also just really like uncle P and Trick interacting set around a day after THIS thread.

The journey back was quiet, the wind blowing softly through his obsidian pelt that was as always spotless, clean and shining in the early morning sun. Two dead rabbits were clamped between his teeth- for he couldn't carry much more. It was not much, and the information he had gotten wasn't what he had hoped for. It had been a waste of time, but he supposed not everyone could be lucky all the time. He had not rested and had traveled all night under the light of a thousand stars- a beauty he could appreciate. When the sun began appearing, scaring off the shimmering lights of the Gods, he was almost home. Home... how weird how he already called it that. He had made friends there- even with Grace most certainly gone and Teagan having not showed up yet. He had his den there, his own little place, but he knew that if he wanted to find Lucy he'd have to leave it behind for a while.

Stumbling up the volcano's side, past the borders and into the bowl-like structure he went, his petite paws pained from traveling yet his courage not broken. He looked tired, yet with a determination of a thousand warriors shining brightly in his emerald green orbs. dried blood fancied his muzzle from the rabbits who he threw brought to the nearest stock. 

His jaws were stiff, but it felt good to finally close his mouth again after so long. However little information he had gotten; he wanted to tell Peregrine of his plan to search for Lucy- just so they wouldn't go around thinking he had left just like Grace. He was loyal, surprisingly, and winter was coming. He lifted his dirty muzzle up into the air, letting out a call for the one and only Peregrine.