Redhawk Caldera start over

While he wouldn't dare try and manage the Caldera's slope, he felt comfortable enough at least wandering along the rim of the crater, where he had a clear view of the slope and the territories that surrounded the claimed territory. He'd begun to find it difficult to stay cooped up in the den, and taking short walks had helped to ease some of the pain he felt in the wake of losing both Desdemona and Toad. Meerkat had already left two days ago to return to the Glen, and he found himself wondering how the rest of the pack was coping. 

He paused, though, gazing down the slope to see a familiar figure charging toward the borders, only to amble past them and begin making his way up the Caldera's edge. Bronco could've easily been mistaken for a tawny boulder of the Caldera's rim, and he wasn't about to go and greet Charles halfway even though he wondered if Charles was aware he'd run right into their territory. Their packs were allies- but he wasn't sure how many wolves Charles knew at the Caldera, or if they'd assume he was a stranger. 

He only made it part of the way up before he took quite a tumble, cursing loudly enough for the surprise in his voice to catch Bronco's ears. He chuckled softly. "Charles!" He called out. He'd wait a moment, wanting to make sure his packmate wasn't too badly injured from his faceplant. If he didn't shake himself free of the snow or reply, he'd have to call for someone else to go and investigate; his shoulder was still a bit too sore to manage that slope.