Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

Rowan nodded.
He didn't know much about the seasons yet, but if this was wet for summer, then he should expect differently next year.

They watched each other for a moment. Not maliciously, but just observantly. Remembering each other.
His eyes followed the turn of the muzzle to the distant mountain peaks.
He just realised how far away from his Mother he was now, though before it was a lot further.
"That is a long way," he commented.
But where had he come from? He couldn't say Blackfeather Woods, he might get eaten. Though this man seems more reasonable. Rusalka was temporary, even though they had shown him kindness and leadership. Maybe Kaistleoki, though if he was from the mountains he'd probably know better.

"I..I come from Blackfeather Woods. I'm starting my own pack there."
He waited for the screaming. For the teeth to come flying for him. He braced himself to be chased far far away.