Heron Lake Plateau New life, new start?

feel free to skip, he's just watching

The stub-tailed Blackthorn did not frequent the borders, either passing right over them or remaining within the central areas of the redhawk claim, surrounded by family and friends. The outside world intruiged him, of course, but he had no desire to run into another lynx and get his ass beat up again, not any time soon - he was lucky that Phox had been there with him before, else his head might've ended up on a stick. Well, not really... but a part of him wouldn't have been surprised.

Crystals of snow crunched beneath pale paws as the boy (young man?) strolled toward the source of the howl, aiming to catch a peek of whatever was going on; he was tracking Towhee's familiar scent, still cautious but taking comfort in the presence of a trusted wolf to keep him company. When he emerged, Rabbit hung back, bronze gaze gleaming from a short distance and ears cupped forward on his crown to listen to the discussion occuring between the Beta and the newcomer - it was the very thing that drew him here in the first place that kept him here: the burning curiousity. He wanted to know how the others dealt with strangers at the edge of the plateau.