Redhawk Caldera [j] our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains

Orpheus had journeyed for a long time, joined various packs on the way but never staying long, a loner for a year of his life. It had been an interesting journey though, for he had gone from the hot and bipolar deserts to the far reaches of icy mountains and even to the coast, where the water churned and tossed, where the smooth sands reminded him of the home and family he had left behind. The agouti man found others on the journey too and sometimes he thought to stay behind, thinking it was time to settle down, but the winds blew roughly and tossed him away from the embrace of love once more. Many met him on the way and he found interests everywhere, but the gods wished him not to settle and so the singer wandered.

A cold winter passed and the halfbreed trotted carefully forward, the faint rays of early morning light touching the earth. Bicolored eyes wandered, flashes of gold and silver that scanned his nearby surroundings with mild curiosity and concealed wariness. He listened to the wind's gentle breathings and the song of the winged creature above, and remembered the voices of the spirits at another pack, who weaved stories when the sun set.

It was only when the distant scent of pack borders when Orpheus shook himself out of his thoughts and gazed around.