Redhawk Caldera Signaling through the flames

Today, he stuck close to home, with no intention of wandering beyond his own borders. He hunted on the caldera's slopes, then headed to the mount's base for a noon patrol. Some snow had fallen overnight, dusting the mountainside, though not much had stuck down here. The ground underfoot alternated between cold, rocky earth and patches of dry, crispy grass. It sort of made his feet sore.

He made it around the caldera in just over two hours and finally slowed to a stop. The Alpha male plopped onto his muscular black haunches and stared at the picturesque landscapes sprawling in front of him. It wasn't late but the sun was already beginning to set, burnishing everything with a subtle orange glow.