Redhawk Caldera When I am king, you will be first against the wall

The progidal son returns.

In the back of his mind, Whip knew the Caldera would always be there. It was his birthright, passed on along with the legacy of his late father and mother; the pack was the crown jewel of his family. There was a part of Whip -- a small part -- that felt the Caldera rightfully belonged to him despite his year long absence and his self-supposed shirking of the Redhawk name. He hadn't been ready to return home, and truthfully, he never really intended to.

Whip had spent most of his adult life trying to kill his past. But there was a way to do so while still acknowledging its importance and his family's legacy. It was time to come home.

He came to the border from the north and stopped. Whip had been gone far too long to simply traipse back in, they likely wouldn't even recognize him. It was also a possibility that no one he knew remained. The thought of his homeland occupied by strangers made Whip uneasy. However, there was one constant Whip was sure of: the Blackthorns, who surely stayed. He called for @Elwood and waited.