Redhawk Caldera i was gone long before i left
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He did not change, even as he found a place among the wolves of Redhawk Caldera. Only a few days ago did he arrive at the rock, but made no outward attempt to communicate, unless the opportunity presented itself. While he was considered a new joiner, he was still a boy. A boy who had hardly much interest in conversing with adults. Eljay had been the only acceptation, but Stoic did not consider the other boy an adult, he was not like the rest. From their meeting, Stoic often pondered who this Peter is, or who he was. He concluded the Peter was also a boy, such as himself, or her could never be mistaken for the other. He wondered if this Peter was a lost one, like his brother Solemn and his sister, Adeline who had disappeared without a trace too long ago. Did children always go missing? Stoic himself was a lost boy then too.

He walked, his rock collection forgotten as he explored. His senses were not completely developed, but he could still tell one scent from another, a wolf den from the dirt. He hesitated, considering turning the other way and investigating further. There were pros and cons to both. He took a few steps forward, the curiosity driving him onward. But then he halted. Perry had assured him there would be no harm to him, but he could never be sure. Who knew what kind of savage wolves lurked in the den nearby. He stood at a standstill, unable to come to a conclusion, so he sat. Waiting for something to push him the other way, for he had nothing else to do.
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The days that filled the small pup’s life were simple enough. She woke and ate, and the stronger she grew, the more time she would have to play and romp with her siblings. They frequently took naps inside of their dark home, and those times were warm and welcome to little Lucy. When Eljay would come and look after them, though… that was her favorite. She would eagerly sit inside the den and wait for the silver-furred young man to poke his head inside the dark hole and when he did, she would come alive with joy. Her tiny frame would bounce to and fro and her tail would swing wildly behind her. Lucy loved her parents; they were a constant in her life and they allowed her to feel a sense of comfort that she knew was only attributed to them. Elwood and Finley were the light at the end of the rainbow, but Eljay was the pot of gold. Each day she waited to see if the older Blackthorn would come to watch over them. Each day she would look with bright blue eyes at the entrance to the den in hopes of seeing him.
 
On that particular day, there was something different on the outside of the Blackthorn home. Lucy could not have said exactly what it was, but she was committed to finding out. The inky spot had a tendency to wander a little too far during play time, and she would test the boundaries that her parents had set in order to keep her safe. The youngest Blackthorn was not willing to be confined to the dark hole for the rest of her life! So, peering cautiously over her shoulder, the tiny figure inched upward toward the den entrance. Her dark head popped up from the hole and her bright baby blue eyes peered curiously at the tawny figure who did not appear as large as Eljay did, but not as small as Liffey or Lagan.
 
Careful not to rouse her parents inside of the den, Lucy parted her lips and called out a soft, “meep!” It was almost as if the young pup was inviting this stranger over to the den. Her tiny peeping voice was curious and welcoming, but Lucy did not know how her parents would react to having someone other than Eljay come meandering around their home.
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mind if we present date this? :D
 
His blatant thoughts were interrupted as a small, yet inviting noise echoed not far away from where he sat. It wasn't the kind of noise that Peregrine's sons made, nor the adults he had previously encountered. This assured him somewhat, yet drew him in all the same. He took a few tentative steps in the direction he assumed the noise had come from, before halting, coming fact to face with a den entrance he was not familiar with. Was he allowed to go there? Mother had never liked strangers coming close to their den, though, he assumed this rule was more or less different with every family and since he had come to the conclusion that Redhawk wolves were different than mountain wolves, there could be no harm in approaching.

And he did so, making sure to keep quiet for the wolves inside were most likely asleep. Though once he came close, only a few centimeters away, another peered at him with the same eyes he looked back. A girl. It was smaller than him, yet about the same size as the boy he had encountered before. She had no colour to her pelt but a solid black, and he almost assumed it was another one of Peregrine's children, but she seemed to young to be Ferret's sister. His eyes did not waver from the girl as he lowered himself, his forelegs to the front as his stomach rested on his hinds. 

Jack was not familiar with the girl species, besides his sister, though in his mind she did not count. Yet, something inside him felt he could not act the same way he did around a girl like he would with Ferret or Eljay; or rather, he could not even if he tried. Gazing absentmindely into her sky-like eyes, he found himself in a state of unparalleled awe, though he could not make a move to talk. Once he found his voice, it came out in a delicate hush; unlike his usual self which surprised him in every way. "hello," His curious gray eyes mirrored the others. "I am.. I mean my name is sto-Jack!" he corrected himself, internally curing himself for mistaking his current name with his old. He could not have her thinking he was someone he wasn't, or god forbid that Peter guy. That was the last thing he needed.
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<33 eep we can present date it still if you'd like haha my replies will be more prompt.
 

The child of soot was not a large creature by any means of the word – she never would be. The famine had done enough harm to the growth of her body and the way in which her figure would form… it was only a sad truth. The shadow would not be granted with the powerful figure of a warrior or a vicious hunter; Lucy was destined to maintain the narrow figure and tapered muzzle. This was not too much of a disadvantage for the young girl, though. While she would lack in size and stature, the youngest Blackthorn would find herself with a quick tongue and a sparking personality that could rival even the harshest of fires. The world had granted her many blessings that she would not allow herself to squander. The pack that she had been born into was a strong one with a family mentality that would ensure that she accomplished whatever she had set her mind to. Still, the dark child had some ways to go before she reached that stage.
 
Flicking the inky tassel at her rear, Lucy took a tentative step outside of the mouth of their family den. Her eyes were sparking with curiosity for this boy who was not yet an adult and still not so much of a child as she or her siblings. His argent gaze did not seem to pose a threat to her wellbeing, but she was not so bold that she would assume he was as safe as her parents or siblings. Still, it did not stop the dark pup from being curious… and when her sense of curiosity had grown strong enough, she made another step to place herself almost outside of the den.
 
The hushed tones of the boy were strange on her ears, but she pulled them forward as far as she could to capture whatever he might say to her. Lucy’s vocabulary was quite limited, but she could gather the gist of what he was attempting to convey. She canted her head to one side and peered at him with cheerful blue eyes that seemed to spark in the light. “Sto-Jack,” she repeated as well as she could with a soft and childish laugh. It was not quite so simple as Jay was to repeat, but she would manage. If the girl had been any older, it would have been an appropriate time to introduce herself. Lucy did not know the ways of social graces or the politeness of formalities. Instead, she made herself comfortable by taking a seat and curling her tail neatly around at her side. The little girl hoped with all of her heart that this fascinating friend would not disappear.