Redhawk Caldera I'm not sure how orange correlates with black in a way that's new.

Phox had been so caught up in following his herd and watching the sky, he had barely noticed all the commotion that had kicked up dust in the caldera. He was, for lack of a better phrase, out of the loop. He knew the vague details. Their sister, Wildfire, was staying here, and so was one of her pack mates. He hadn't bothered to meet them, figuring they would be on their way soon enough. Besides, he was too focused on himself and his own studies to worry about any of that pack drama.

He was checking on the caches when he came across a rather dead wolf, covered in Towhee's scent (and blood). And even though he was rather apathetic about most things in life, Towhee was not one of those things. His heart pounded as he rushed to her, expression of shock and worry as he approached, slowing his speed and letting out a soft whine (that she would not hear, considering he was behind her). He took a wide path around her, not wishing to startle her in such a state. -What happened? Are you okay?- he asked, coming close as concern saturated his expression.