Redhawk Caldera Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

His twisted ankle had become rather painful, so Peregrine took it easy for a few days, glad to spend more time with the pups (and give Fox a much needed break!). This morning, it felt better and he rose, yawned, stretched and stepped out of the den into the temperate March morning. One or two of the pups tried to follow him, yet he pushed them back with a broad paw and uttered a growl of warning. They obeyed... for now. He knew they would become less cooperative as they continued to grow, though soon enough they'd be old enough to spend much more time outdoors anyway. Before he knew it, they would be moving to a rendezvous site...

They're only three weeks old! he thought to himself, casting a lopsided smile backward at his mate and children before trotting away to fetch them some food. He wanted to hunt something live, so he would have fresh meat to provide for his family. As he traipsed downhill toward the borders and began to lope in the direction of Lake Rodney, he sent up a howl requesting the company of @Finley, @Elwood, Somnia or any other available Gamekeepers. (He was still unaware that the latter had vanished from the caldera.)