Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Both of the Blackthorn brothers had been quiet during the trip — Tegan stewing because of his punishment for his recent endeavour whereas Lucca was simply dragging his feet. He hadn't wanted to leave the Caldera on the basis that he just hated doing things. Especially if those things included week long hikes — with his entire extended family no less — through God knows where to a place that a bird had picked out for them. He mirrored Tegan's dour expression as they finally came upon what would be their new home, though his ears perked up against his will at the sight of the plump waterfowls at the lake's edge.

He was just about to go ask his sisters if they would care to join him on a small, impromptu hunt (because, you know, their last one had gone swimmingly) before there was a sudden commotion. The boy had been hanging at the back of the group, saving his bitching and moaning for any there who would listen, but Clover's fighting words drew his attention. He sidled up to where he could see the cause of the disruption, though hid apprehensively behind the more aggressive Redhawks. There were two wolves standing before them — make that three, he thought as another came up beside the males — who seemed to stir some recognition in the crowd. At least one of them did, Lucca suddenly realised as he peered over Clover's shoulder, staring at the familiar-looking grey wolf. Only he was missing an eye. Huh.