Redhawk Caldera chestnut

As night fell over the caldera, so did a light snow, peppering the already chilled earth in a layer of powder that seemed to grow thicker by the day. Kaizer was invigorated by the cold, tirelessly throwing himself into hunts and patrolling, occasionally spending some downtime with those he had dared become closer to, bonding with them readily as he sought to further immerse himself into the Redhawk family. Though he did not feel truly accepted, he had found his place in duty, finding that as long as he doted on Fox -- consistently bringing her food and news from the borders -- he had a place among them.

Even now, as late as it was, he seemed to be returning from some important business at the edge of the territory. Though he aimed for the rendezvous site, eager to sleep beside some warm, welcoming body, the fresh scent of a raccoon distracted him. He turned toward the trail without even making the conscious decision to do so, and the wolf tracked down the nocturnal beast, very quickly relieving it of its lowly mortal coil.

Toting the dead bandit with him now, he looked now for a warmer spot to perch himself and eat.